#day 5: headmaster snape

[darkenedreaper]

The Pain of Patronus [1]

Pairing: Professor Severus Snape x FemaleProfesser Reader

Warnings: Mnetions of death, bloody descriptions

Summary: After finding Snape after Nagini's attack, you go to great extents to get him help. When he recovers, you've changed. And to find more information Dumbledore makes a decision, one you're unhappy with.

A/N: I changed the story plot because Deathly Hallows traumatised me. Enjoy.

Severus Snape, Y/n L/n, Lily and James had all been students at Hogwarts. They grew up together. The trio of Severus, Y/n and Lily quickly became sour... perhaps just sour for one person. As Severus and Lily grew closer and closer together on a romantic level, one certain student couldn't' help but feel that her heart was being ripped away from her. James Potter undoubtedly had a crush on Lily. You loved Severus in every way, whether that love was returned by him or not. So when James had started to bully Severus, you took him on several times. And most of those times you scolded Severus for still being with Lily, who was the obvious cause and reason for James' bullying towards him. Lily didn't do wrong, but she didn't do right. She stood back and watched as you defended Severus. Stood back and kept quiet and smiled to James when he'd compliment her in a corridor.

Young love was hard for Severus, for the both of you. You both grew up in similar households and you were both similar in your ways; quiet, mysterious, looking miserable. Perhaps that was why you got along so well. But it was near to graduation when both you and Severus were students, and like you told him she would, Lily broke his heart and deceived him. he changed after that, the few wees in leading up to graduation he was harsher, colder looked even more miserable. And it seemed to have an effect on you too. You got harsher, colder, and looked more miserable than he did. His heart broke, and a result yours broke too. You had been in love with Severus from a young age, but you went different ways. After graduation there was no contact, no news about each other, no mentions of either of your names, nothing.

As you grew up you often pondered; did he push you away, did you push him away, was he aware of your love for him and was disgusted by it, did you push each other away? A question that could never be answered. You spent the next 15 years working in a Potions shop in Diagon Alley. You never became a Professor until the day your old headmaster approached you and offered you a position. Of course, you took it. He never mentioned Severus' position as a Professor. Never mentioned how over the years he saw that you had lost that glowing look in your eyes you had as a student, lost everything happy you had about you. He spotted how you resorted to black clothing, and a stiff upper lip. He wondered the cause of this. He thought of a broken heart, but something else made him question himself; did you ever succeed in casting a Patronus? As a student you only ever cast one Patronus; a raven. The raven represented your friend Severus at the time, his dark black hair with the similarity of the hair from a raven. The nature and characteristics of a raven, the want to be free.

15 years later you were a Potions Professor at Hogwarts and had been for about 5 years now. It was obviously a surprise to the both of you and Snape when you locked eyes at the staffs dinner table in the great hall. His eyes widened and he dropped his cup, you mouth was dropped wide open and you knife and fork clattered to the stone floor. You and Snape never spoke. There wasn't any interaction for the best part of 2 years when you first started teaching. The students found you scary, but some felt sorry for you. The first week you started teaching a boy sat in your class had enraged you, for simply sitting there. You snatched his workbook up from his desk and he was no one else other than the Harry Potter; son of deceased parents Lily and James Potter.

You and Snape had started to small talk when you were the first ones sat at the great hall in time for dinner. He had asked you in his lower and monotone voice how your potions classes were coming along, "Professor L/n, if I may ask, how the potions classes are coming along", he questioned. Small talk between the both of you wasn't unusual but it wasn't common. Did he not remember how harsh he became with you, how he cut you off completely, how he ignored your pleads for him to leave Lily. Small talk may have been uncommon, but arguing and bickering at the table or in corridors wasn't uncommon to you both, infact it was all you had to say to each other. From him came snide remarks at your teaching or attitude, and from you came digs at his personality. So with a huff you replied to his question, "They've been coming along perfectly fine for the last 2 years Professor Snape", and with that he shut his mouth and left you alone.

He wanted you to know that he cut you off and was hard on you all those years ago because he fell in love with you. But it confused him. He loved Lily didn't he, or had he always loved you and only realised when it was too late. As you were quietly eating next to Professor McGonagall, you watched Harry, Ron and Hermione take their seats for dinner. The boy had no clue about the relations between Snape, you, his mother and father. You wanted to hate Harry, he was just like his father and had that same attitude. But you knew better, he might be like his father but he wasn't his father... you tried to make sense of it. Turning your attention back to the dinner table you and Snape always took secret glances of one another, of course, without the other knowing. If only you knew how your hearts ached for each others, how our hearts screamed to be held by one another.

time skip

Your heart ached. Your heart sunk. The hushed voice of The Dark Lord after casting a spell at Snape then ordering his snake, "Nagini, kill". After Snape collapsed against the frail window, which you hid behind, his body bounced off the window as the snake lunged at him several times. Not a sound, not a groan, not a whimper came from Snape. But with each attack, more blood was sprayed onto the window... he was in too much pain to cry out. You had your wand at the ready as Voldemort began to move. You held your breath and waited before it was clear before running around the corner. He was lying as still as still could be. You breath became shaky, your hands shaking, you lip began to quiver. You stepped ever so lightly and as you reached him you knelt down beside him, "Severus.", you whispered to him.

You watched his face, watched his eyes and they glimmered with hope for a small second and his eyebrows slightly raised as you came into his view. You didn't say anything, he didn't say anything; he couldn't, he was too hurt. You just stared at him as he stared back at you with his eyes that were losing life. Your eyes scanned over his body and you reached your hand up to the gaping wound on his neck. You kept your eyes on his and pushed your fingers to the wound, trying to stop some bleeding. He didn't groan, he didn't even hiss, he just shut his eyes for a small second before grasping onto your wrist with his hand. "Severus", you said again. Your eyes began to well up, your pupils were flooded with tears and you couldn't see. When you blinked the tears ran down your cheeks, at the same time a tear fell down his pale face.

You took your eyes away from, him for a second, using your dirtied sleeve to clear away some tears, and blood from a fight you'd been in. Reaching into your pocket you pulled out a small bottle of a healing potion. You pulled out the cork with your teeth and gently poured it into his mouth, "Please drink it Severus". He swallowed with what energy he could. He never took his eyes off of you. You looked at your hand that covered his neck. He never took his eyes off of you. Your hand and sleeve that covered your arm was soaked in blood, you used your other arm to wipe your tears. He never took his eyes off of you. You looked back at it, you wanted to tell him you loved him and never stopped, that you were going to save him, but neither if you could talk.

You were both smart enough to know the healing potion would do the bare minimum to save him, and you knew you had to get him help. He never ever took his eyes off of you, but you saw he was slowly losing consciousness, and with the state he was in right now, that meant he was dying. You looked at him, took a few seconds to think before watching his eyes flutter. You lifted his arms and bent down to his chest before using the strength you had to pick him up and lay as much weight from him onto yourself as you could. A small and quiet groan came from him, it was a whisper of pain. You knew it might've hurt him but you needed to get him to safety.

Severus was a heavy man, his height didn't help you. You dragged yourself and him from the Boating House and the harbour up to the castle which seemed miles away. You dragged your feet and kept a tight hold of Severus, you spoke to him but got no response, "Severus, we're getting help. It's alright now you just stay with me... we're almost there I promise". Even though the castle was in ruins, Harry ran hours earlier to tell you the hospital wing was still intact, and so to take survivors straight there. The lifeless man was still draped across your back, you were still talking to him, if he would talk he'd call you a loon. The rain came from nowhere, the rain battered you and the thunder drowned out your voice, it was perfect weather for Dementors.

The castle was in sight. Your legs were weakening, your arms were failing you, your own body and the lifeless body of the man on your back was weighing you down. You were almost there, Surely someone could see you. You fell to your knees, Severus was still limp and in the thunder and rain there was no way to tell if he was still breathing. You turned to sit up on the floor and pulled Severus up to your chest, wrapping his cloak and yours around him. You had started to panic and scream at him, wanting a reaction. You couldn't tell the difference between your tears and the rain. You placed your head on top of his and held him tightly, rocking you both back and forth. You wailed and screamed at your failure, the thunder drowning out your cries that would've brought Voldemort to his knees. In the middle of your woeful cries you shouted for help.

You were clutching Severus and cradled him. What a horrible place Hogwarts had become. You thought all was gone until a familiar man with a big fluffy but wet beard with long hair took Severus from your arms. He spoke to you and ran to the castle with Snape. You were helped up by Minerva and Albus. They tried to hurry you back but you were weak in their arms. Minerva was upset and rubbed your back in the rain, Albus cradled your head before they both hurried you inside.

Part 2 coming.

[joka13]

FANFICTION: Weasley Twins x Reader (Slytherin Girl) - Part 5

WARNINGS: none

You stand outside the entrance to Professor Dumbledore's office, staring up at the elegant, yet intimidating griffin statue that stands guard. You try to imagine what you would say to the headmaster... Hello, Draco Malfoy forced me to kiss him? You snort. No. You turn around and head back the way you came. Dumbledore has much more important things to deal with than your boy problem.

You don't go back to Snape's class, but instead to your dormitory where you lay motionless on your bed for a solid hour and twenty minutes before going to your next class. Transfiguration with McGonagall is uneventful, and you are grateful for it. Today has been emotionally exhausting. This is not what you had in mind when you told yourself you wanted more "excitement" in your life.

After classes end for the day, you go to the library to relax. You scan the shelves and select a book titled Magic Is Science, hoping its context is as mind numbing as its name. You sit down with it at an empty table in the back.

Just as you had hoped and predicted, you are dozing off within minutes. You have a pleasant dream in which you ride the back of a flying, two-headed dragon. You and the two dragon heads laugh together as you soar high above the ground, through the clouds and under the light of a beautiful sunset. The dragon scales beneath you are warm and smooth to the touch. You inhale the fresh air billowing all around you and let it out in a satisfied sigh...

You startle awake when something pokes you in the ribs.

You sit up in a daze. You are once again in the library, and, sadly, not riding a dragon. You look up to your right to see Fred and George standing by your table. You rub your eyes and blink, wondering if you're still seeing fragments of a dream, but the twins don't disappear.

"How rude," you yawn sarcastically. You stretch, and think it strange that Maddy hasn't come looking for you.

"Hi," Fred says. "Have a nice nap?"

"Yes, it was very nice, thanks."

"Good, good. We were just about to head out to detention when we heard you snoring," says George. He laughs at the look on your face. You feel your cheeks grow hot with embarrassment.

"Was I really?"

"Nah," Fred chuckles. He glances up at the clock on the wall above the library door. "Detention is at 6:00, yes? We'd better hurry."

"Right." The twins wait patiently for you as you gather your things and put the Magic Is Science book back on its shelf. They follow you out of the library.

"Thanks for waking me," you say as the three of you walk briskly down the halls. You struggle to keep up with their long strides. "I probably wouldn't have made it if you hadn't."

"Don't mention it," the twins respond simultaneously.

You reach the greenhouses a few minutes late, though Sprout doesn't scold you for it. She directs you and the twins to a wide crate of mandrakes, hands each of you a pair of earmuffs, then leaves you to it.

Earlier, you had been dreading detention, but you are pleasantly surprised and end up enjoying your time potting mandrakes. They may not make good company, but they are funny looking creatures, and Fred and George make it all the better. Between each excruciatingly loud potting, you joke and make conversation.

"This morning, what were you doing away from the class?" George shouts so you can hear him through the earmuffs.

You shrug. "I was bored," you yell back. "I've never been a big fan of herbology." You fidget with your garden gloves in thought, then snigger. "It's like watching grass grow!"

Your chest flutters with delight as Fred and George burst out laughing.

Professor Sprout dismisses the three of you after about half an hour so there's still enough time for dinner. You and the twins walk together to the Great Hall. When you arrive, you scan the room for Maddy, but she's no where in sight.

The twins must notice your dilemma. They make a show of speaking in loud hushes to each other and glancing over at you repeatedly.

"Her Slytherin friend isn't here," Fred whispers.

"Yes, I can see that, Fred," George replies.

"Should we offer to let her sit with us?"

"You think she's worthy?"

They stop and look at you, pretending to only now notice that you're listening in on their "private" conversation. They quickly turn their backs to you.

"Merlin's beard," you sigh, rolling your eyes, but you're smiling. You fold your arms impatiently just as the twins turn back around to face you.

"Care to join us?" Fred asks. They both give you that handsome smile.

You grin helplessly. "I'd love to."

#weasley twins x reader #fred and george #fred weasley x reader #george weasley x reader #fred and george weasley #fred wealsey fic #george weasly x reader #george weasley #fanfiction #fanfic #george weasley fic #wizarding world #harry potter #reader pov #pov #slytherin girl

[perverse-idyll]

Writing patterns

Rules: List the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern! Tagged by @yletylyf - thank you! Most of these are itty bitty fics and out-takes, but here we go.

1. The headmaster of Hogwarts, as yet unaware he had entered upon his last day on earth, raised his thin hand to stroke the unsmiling face of the woman who had afforded him so much unlooked-for happiness. [Year of the Thestral, HP, Minerva McGonagall/Severus Snape. An excerpt from a quasi-romance novel written about them after their deaths, a fact the reader won't understand until the end of the fic.]

2. Sometimes all Severus had to do was turn thirty-plus years of repressed hunger upon him, and Harry would start shaking. [Snake Charmer, HP, Snape/Harry. Out-take. A line signaling the co-dependent and sexual nature of the relationship.]

3. When Harry made his way out to the reception desk, there was barely a trace of almond left on his skin. [Coda to "Soft Touch," HP, Snape/Harry. Afterthought to a pre-existing fic. If I'd thought about it, I might have punched up the opening line by combining it with the last sentence in the paragraph, making it both clearer and funnier to readers who hadn't read the main fic: "When Harry made his way out to the reception desk, he didn't look like a man who'd just let Severus Snape bite his arse." Oh well. Missed opportunity!]

4. At around four in the afternoon, with three chapters to go in the espionage novel she was reading – since popular thrillers provided not only diversion but an eye-opening refresher course on Muggle slang and cultural attitudes – Minerva glanced up from the page to find Wil leaning in the doorway, watching her. [Candles Lit Against the Dark, HP, Minerva McGonagall/Wilhelmina Grubbly-Plank but heavily featuring Snape. Scene- and relationship-setting, basically.]

5. It was possible none of this would have happened if not for Hermione. [The Afterlight, HP, Snape/Harry. A simple declarative sentence appears! Mildly mysterious, but since we as fans know this is a ship fic, the mostly likely suspect for the category of "this" is a relationship Harry's friends consider a mistake.]

6. Severus persisted in accompanying Harry to public events, in part because the wizarding world still needed it shoved down their throats that he and Harry were a couple. [Social Lubricant, HP, Snape/Harry. The premise in a nutshell. The rest of the ficlet just embellishes it.]

7. "You need to choose wisely when to be a dick, Potter." [Bad Manners, HP, Snape/Harry. Teensy fic. Sets the mood. Makes it clear who's speaking.]

8. Into the lives of all upstanding citizens, an occasion must fall where we fumble the biscuit and end up owing an undeniable debt to mankind. [Jeeves and the Secret Society, crossover between HP and Jeeves & Wooster, Jeeves/Wooster, Snape/Dumbledore. Establishes a different narrative voice from my usual, hints but doesn't confirm a first-person POV - although fans of Bertie Wooster will probably guess.]

9. Radiant in the wasteland of a European battlefield, the vessel of Clara's memory shrugs. [Truce, Doctor Who, Clara/Twelve-ish. Drabble. Scene-setting, suggests this isn't literally Clara but a (precious) memory.]

10. For one of her first acts as headmistress, Minerva shatters the Mirror of Erised. [Spirituous, HP, Minerva, Albus, Severus. Drabble. Establishes a postwar timeline and implies Minerva's state of mind.]

Patterns? Hm. Well, anyone who's read anything of mine, even the drabbles, can already guess I'm fiercely wedded to compound sentences and fond of opening with dependent clauses. I also default to narrative prose over dialogue. And most of these first lines have some degree of hook to them, whether I planned it or not. Otherwise, um ... I think you need more to go on if you want to analyze the more interesting kinds of authorial habits and themes.

Does anyone else want to play? Tagging @danpuff-ao3, @ripeteeth, @saintsenara, @squibstress - and anyone else, because I have to be good now and go back to work!

#writing process #first lines #my fic

[squibstress]

HP Rec Fest - Day 14

Prompt: A favorite series @hprecfest

There's little I like more than settling into a good, long series, but I'm picky if I'm going to be spending a lot of time with a story. It needs to have great characterization, a plot and charcters arcs I can invest in, and terrific writing. These have all of those elements and more.

The "Adelaverse" series by @kellychambliss

"My Journal About My Life and Stephen and Miranda” by Adela

2. "Now That I'm Older" by Adela

3. Inamorata

Characters: Minerva McGonagall, Original Character, Severus Snape

Pairing: Minerva/Severus

Rating: K/G - T/PG-13

Summary: Severus and Minerva, disguised as Muggles, are observed by their precocious teen neighbor, who enjoys speculating about the mysterious couple next door.

Why You Should Check It Out:

This series, comprising 3 stories, is a wonderful take on the third-person observer. It throws Minerva McGonagall and Severus Snape into Muggle America and the sights of precocious twelve-year-old Adela.

Kelly's Minerva/Severus is always rich and complex, and the original characters, especially Adela, are wonderful.

It's wry, and tender, and funny, and exactly what I'd imagine these characters to be like in this situation. It's a lovely read for those who like happy endings without sappiness or doe-eyed visions of happily-ever-after.

The Minerva Quartet by @eldritcher

Thy Kingdom Come

2. I, Alastor

3. How do you like your blue-eyed boys?

4. O Gentle Faustus

Characters: Alastor Moody, Alice Longbottom, Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter, Lucius Malfoy, Minerva McGonagall, Severus Snape, Voldemort, Charlus Potter

Pairings: Albus/Minerva, Lucius/Minerva, Abraxas/Voldemort

Rating: M/R

Summary: Thematically related stories about he beautiful and dreadful parts of being humans who love.

Why You Should Check It Out:

Eldritcher's stories cut to the heart of what it is to long for what we know we should not want, and knowing the price, want it just the same.

The main characters are self-aware enough to understand important things about themselves and one another but often helpless to change their course, which is, of course, the most human of failings.

Eldritcher has an excellent sense of the little details that reveal character. The stories have the quality of a particularly lucid dream; they suggest things, but never hit the you over the head with them, allowing the reader to suss out the important bits and the themes that animate them, and there are occasional surprises that shock the reader out of any misplaced complacency regarding what a particular character will and won't do.

Literary and mythological allusions and references are woven deftly through the work, and I adore the way Eldritcher makes Hogwarts castle a character in its own right.

The "Resolving a Misunderstanding" and "Death's Dominion" series by MMADfan

Resolving a Misunderstanding

2. The Unsentimental Arithmancer

3. An Unexpected Shower

4. A Holiday with the Headmaster

5. Malcolm's Tale of Angus Óg

6. Obliging Minerva

7. Invisible Lover

8. A Christmas for Aberforth

9. An Act of Love

10. Death's Dominion

11. Enter, Peacetime

12. A Long Vernal Season (incomplete)

Main Characters: Minerva McGonagall, Albus Dumbledore, Severus Snape, Poppy Pomfrey, Hermione Granger and a cast of thousands.

Pairings: Multiple, but the main ones are Albus/Minerva and Poppy/Severus, plus multple pairings with OCs.

Rating: Stories range from K+/PG to MA/NC-17.

Summary: The main focus of the first series, which takes place before the events of the 7 Potter books, is the epic romance between Minerva and Albus, with some shorter pieces that focus on some of MMADfan's fabulous original characters. The Death's Dominion series takes place during the 7 Potter books and later, and focuses Severus's life as a spy for Dumbledore and his attempts to come to terms with life after the war.

Why You Should Check It Out:

If you're looking for total immersion in the wizarding world, thess are the series for you.

This is truly an epic arc, with over a million words total, but the length allows MMADfan the scope to create an incredibly vivid wizarding world, populated with a huge cast of canon and original characters. The wordlbuilding is impressive, and the storytelling vivid, but what stands out to me are the characters. Not only does the author breathe fascinating life into canon characters we see only peripherally in the HP series, but she creates some of the best OCs I've ever encountered, in fanfic or original fic. (Her Gertrude Gamp and Gertrude's son Gareth are two of the best I've ever read.)

The Nox Lumina Series by eudaemonia

Lux Prima

2. Ministry

3. Turn the Light

4. Woman

5. Redeemer

6. Drown

7. Leopard's Tongue

8. Reveries

9. Nox Lumina

Characters: Alastor Moody, Albus Dumbledore, Amelia Bones, Cornelius Fudge, Filius Flitwick, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Harry Potter, Horace Slughorn, Lucius Malfoy, Luna Lovegood, Minerva McGonagall, Pomona Sprout, Severus Snape, Sirius Black

Pairing: Minerva/Severus

Rating: MA/NC-17

Summary: The love story of Minerva McGonagall and Severus Snape, framed by the 2019 album Lux Prima by Karen O and Danger Mouse.

Why You Should Check It Out:

I love stories that show us what characters like Minerva and Severus keep hidden—their foibles, their doubts, and their inconsistencies.

These are not comfortable people, and there are no easy answers here. It’s a guilty pleasure to watch two intelligent characters try, and so often fail, to understand their own motivations and needs. They butt heads, rub up against one another (literally and figuratively), and ultimately provide something that neither of them finds elsewhere.

The comfort they find is matched by the pain they cause one another, as I can only imagine it would be, given these characters and their circumstances.

In addition to the delicious, delicious angst, it includes some moments of lightness and humor, which settle perfectly on these two.

The Ways of Minerva series by margaretrevie

The Way It Should Have Been

2. Die in Thy Lap, Be Buried in Thy Eyes

3. The Way It Was After

Characters: Minerva McGonagall, Albus Dumbledore, James Potter, Lily Evans, Poppy Pomfrey, Rolanda Hooch, Tom Riddle, lots of canon and original characters

Pairings: Albus/Minerva, Minerva/OC, James/Lily, Poppy/Rolanda

Rating: From M/R to MA/NC-17

Summary: The story of Minerva McGonagall from the start of her Hogwarts career as a student.

Why You Should Check It Out:

This series is a long-arc story that hits—and artfully subverts—many of the usual tropes and expectations for an Albus/Minerva fic.

The first fic focusses on the development of Minerva and Albus's relationship, from her schooldays to her early days as a teacher.

The second is a brief interlude with Poppy and Rolanda, and the latter's dream of an erotic interlude with their friend, Minerva.

The third continues the Albus/Minerv story, with an additional focus on the James/Lily arc that begins near the end of the first story.

The series wins a place alongside some of my favorites because it delivers what I always want but seldom get from fic about this ship: a deep and unflinching exploration of the complexities of a relationship between two powerful, flawed characters. It digs beyond the obvious issues of power dynamics and age differences to get at fundamental differences between their personalities and worldviews which love may or may not overcome.

This Minerva and Albus are each far from perfect, and far from perfect for one another, and author margaretrevie doesn’t shy away from the less attractive aspects of their personalities: Albus’s enormous ego and his desperate need to be admired, and Minerva’s intolerance of what she sees as frailty or moral imperfection. The length of the fic gives the characters room to change and grow over time, which is part of what makes it such a satisfying read.

The story also features some powerful magic of a kind that one encounters in other fics, but rarely are the practical and emotional ramifications for the characters who practice it so thoughtfully and poignantly explored. I won’t spoil it for you with too much detail, but the author takes a trope particularly beloved of AD/MM shippers and gives it a realistic (in the HP realm) treatment that delivers a punch to the gut.

Added to all that, you’ll find satisfying and surprising backstory for several familiar HP characters as icing on this lovely, richly textured cake.

#hprecfest #hprecfest2023 #hp fic rec #long fic #minerva mcgonagall #severus snape #albus dumbledore #alastor moody

[love-the-purple-cat]

@amybonehouse

Well, don't mind if I do

3 Dead Magpies has currently 4 versions that I plan on writing: Inferno, Frost, Mist, and one that still hasn't received a name. The reason for the names are connected with the powers and Snape lore I have created.

Inferno – It's the original version of this AU. In it female Severus Snape has a fire affiliation – a result of a deal with a demon – which causes much trouble. I plan on showcasing just how disadvantageous she is – both as a teenager who dropped out of Hogwarts after 5th year, and later as an adult who has a better grip on her situation though does spiral after the death of the Potters and unwillingly gaining custody of Harry. The teenage part will contain abuse and torture – mental, emotional and physical. The later years will show her struggling to not slip back to her old ways and raise Harry properly.

Frost – Sephira (female Severus) dies of hyphothermia when she was young and makes a deal. She kills her parents and is taken in by her aunt Shirley. The story will focus more on her time in Hogwarts.

Mist – I plan on making this story mostly told from James Potter's view. It starts with the last days of 5th year and continues from there. James notices Perdita (female Severus) on the feast and that's the last time he sees her and it isn't until nearly a decade later that he hears any news about her again. The War slowed down when Voldemort disappeared and people moved on with their lives. James realised that being married to Lily isn't as great as it once was, he swears there's something wrong with his 5-year-old son, Wormtail has left their little group and Sirius seems to be more on edge these last few months, reminding him of when they were aurors during the war.

The unnamed one – is an attempt at comedy? Dark comedy? Snape disappears, new teachers are brought in who actively oppose Dumbledor and encourage old practices and illegal spells, there's a new woman who shares the position of headmaster, and many voices who up until now have been silent have started talking and demanding changes. At the welcoming feast for the marauders' last year Snape returns only she isn't as she used to be. And for some reason lords are fighting each other muggle style for whose son will marry her????

There are two other versions but they either don't have a clear story or they're iheavily nspired by another story (that is not mine).

If you're interested in my Snape lore just say the word

#3 Dead Magpies #3 Dead Magpies: Inferno #3 Dead Magpies: Frost #3 Dead Magpies: Mist #Harry Potter #Harry Potter AU

[liaswills]

Being a professor at Hogwarts would be so rough, as you get scheduled night shifts to wander around the castle on patrol duty. I figure this happens all night long, perhaps until 3/4 am but certainly way past midnight. I have also understood that many professors have a lot of students (especially the main subjects) and years 1-5 + 5-7 advanced classes in a week. There are multiple classes of everything since 1 year is teared up in 2 houses conjoined having classes. That means theres 14 classes each week, possibly. What if you are severus snape and you teach potions at 9 till 4, then at 4 till 6 u have to teach study homeroom and at 7 u get to eat dinner till 8. After 8, u have detention students in your class, do your own homework and you have to realise that after doing all the work to prepare for the next classes that next day, you also have to get out of your bed to put the students in bed. When do you even sleep?

I would think that Dumbledore has a system, for example, 1 professor has a curriculum where there's 1 or 2 days off in the week but they are expected to show up for other duties such as patrolling, surveillance and being a homeroom teacher (aka great hall study hour). But what the heck Dumbledore? Imagine spending all that time teaching these students and the Headmaster is just having a lil ole nap in his office. What does he do all year over there? Knitting, I assume. I'd literally also wager that the staff is heavily underpaid which is why he can't get any new professors that are good. Not to mention, the extra workload of a head of house. Professor Mcgonagall is not an ordinary witch, she is also Mother of Gryffindor and literally has to keep up with her students 1-7 year as well.

I'd not have the patience tbh. I'd literally be drowning in coffees in the professors lounge and get myself extra sleep between classes. It would be such a bad rhythm for your health but I guess that these wizards do have no cellphones so you don't have as much distraction when sleeping. I guess that's a plus. However, as magical as Hogwarts sounds, it's a depressive job and teaching there would be absolutely horrible aside of the fact that if u like children, you'll get to meet all the smelly kids of your old Classmates. 🤡

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[ensnapemysenses]

The Wolf, The Bat, and The Girl

Part 5: Crisis

Pairing: Severus Snape x Remus Lupin

Warnings: Kidnapping, Strong Language, Trauma

Summary: Severus and Remus, both fully aware of their growing feelings for each other, actively begin avoiding each other until Hazel convinces them they are being silly. The end of the year is approaching and exams are in full swing, but Hazel goes missing one day, not turning up for any of her exams. This sends Severus and Remus into a frenzy trying to find her. Their search soon leads them to an unexpected place, the Shrieking Shack.

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“Minerva, how many times do I have to say it? I am not in love with Remus! Imagine falling in love with him,” Snape scowls. 

“Severus, my dear. I hate to inform you of the very obvious but could you be more blind? Literally, no one else is in love with him but you!”

“I do not appreciate those foul lies coming out of your mouth!” Snape snarls. 

“Try as you might, you cannot deny it. You know the amortentia doesn’t lie.” Minerva places a hand on Severus’s shoulder and gives it a firm squeeze. “Even Hazel can recognize the truth between you two, why can’t you just come to terms with it and accept it? It would make things a whole lot easier!

“It doesn’t make any sense, Minerva! You know it doesn’t! He almost killed me in that godforsaken shack! He let his friends do and say despicable things to me and he didn’t say a word! We don’t make any sense together!” 

“Love has the ability to transcend all wrongs. You’ve both changed for the better, Severus. Perhaps before you didn’t click, but now it’s obvious there’s some sort of spark between the two of you! Don’t be a daft buffoon and miss out on your chance for love!”

“I’ve already experienced the love of my life and she’s dead now!” Severus collapses into the armchair beside Minerva, burying his head in his hands. “Why should I take the chance to lose someone else?” he whispers. He glances up at Minerva, his eyes watering and his lower lip trembling. 

“Because if you don’t, you might regret it your whole life. Hazel cherishes both of you and she deserves another parent figure in her life. Don’t take that from her.”

Severus gasps and clutches his chest. The point Minerva is making is something that hits him right in the heart. As always, she knows just what will strike him in the core. He would never do anything that would harm or upset Hazel in any way, he knows now what he must do. He has to tell Remus how he feels for Hazel’s sake. The only question is how is he going to put aside his pride and do such a thing?

“Fine, when the right moment comes I’ll tell him about how I feel,” Snape huffs. Both suddenly grow silent and turn towards the door of the headmaster's office as it slowly creaks open.

“Grandma!” Hazel peeks her head through the door. 

“Hazel, it’s nice to see you today!” Minerva smiles. “What brings you here?”

Hazel runs into the headmaster's office and wraps her arms around Minerva. “I wanted a biscuit,” she pleads with her puppy eyes. 

“Of course, honey. Here, have a seat and tell me all about your day. Severus, you can go now, and don’t forget what we talked about.”

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“Hazel, how can I help you?” Remus asks, leaning over at his desk with his chin resting on his hands. 

“Can I speak to you alone, professor?” Hazel says, glancing around the room.

“Of course,” Remus smiles. The last few students filter out the door leaving the two of them alone. With a flick of his wand, Remus shuts the door behind them. “What’s on your mind?”

“It’s about my dad,” she mumbles, fiddling with the sleeve of her robes. “Do you –” she stops. “Nevermind,” she sighs, her face dropping. She turns around and hurriedly begins walking toward the classroom door.

Remus hops up from his desk and catches her before she’s able to leave, gently grabbing her hand. “Hay, you can talk to me about anything. You know that right?”

“Yeah, I know,” she nods. “Can you pinky promise not to tell my dad?”

Remus groans. “As long as it isn’t something that he doesn’t need to know, I don’t see why not. But, if it’s something he must know, I will have to inform him.”

“He doesn’t need to know,” she responds.

“Okay, I pinky promise I won’t tell him what you told me.” Remus holds up his pinky and interlocks it with Hazel’s.

Hazel grins and motions for Remus to bend down so she can whisper in his ear. “Do you like my dad?” she whispers.

Remus stiffens and he can feel his cheeks beginning to burn. “Of course, I like him, Hazel. He’s my coworker and we are very friendly toward one another.”

“No!” she giggles. “Do you like like him?” 

“Hazel,” Remus warns, pointing a finger at her. “That’s not very funny.”

“I’m not joking! I’m pretty sure my dad likes you, Professor Lupin! I may have accidentally overheard him talking to my grandma about it”

“If I’m being honest, I don’t know how I feel about him,” Remus admits. “I think… I think I might have some feelings for him that go beyond friendship, but there is no chance he feels the same.” Remus rests a hand on her shoulder and narrows his eyes. “Tell your dad I said that and you will be in serious trouble, young lady!”

“I won’t tell him! I swear!” 

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The two men tiptoe around each other for the next several weeks, subconsciously acknowledging their true feelings for each other, neither knowing what to do about it, and both fully aware that the scent of their amortentia belongs to the other. The relaxing nights spent together with Hazel become less and less until they are only hanging out a few times a month and only by demand of Hazel herself. They actively avoid each other during meals, sitting on opposite ends of the table as opposed to their usual seats side-by-side. It’s not difficult for them to maneuver around the castle avoiding each other since Severus is always in the dungeons and Remus is always on the second floor. The few times they do run into each other in the corridor they are friendly, spending a few moments to catch up before parting ways, both men racking their brains on how to come up with the perfect solution to confess their feelings to the other. They practice in the mirror, trying to find the words to describe how they feel, and end up frustrated, sometimes even on the verge of tears as they realize they cannot verbally express how much the other means to them. Even though they are apart more often than not, their feelings for each other continue to grow and their hearts ache for more.

With Hazel's prodding, they slowly begin seeing each other again near the end of the year, pushing their feelings aside in her best interest. They give up trying to figure out how to tell the other they want to be more than friends and decide to wait until the moment is right and the opportunity presents itself. However, things shortly turn south. 

“Severus! Hazel missed her final for my class! Is she okay?” Remus bellows, bursting into Severus’s office, panting heavily. 

“What? She was fine yesterday… I went to wish her luck this morning but she was already gone.” Severus’s eyes grow wide. “We need to find her right now. This is so unlike her, something isn’t right.”

Severus and Remus take one look at each other and with a nod of their heads both rush to Minerva’s office to inform her of the situation. Minerva quickly agrees that this is an emergency and alerts the other professors, who also confirm that Hazel missed all her exams of the day. With the evidence laid out in front of her, and knowing that Hazel would never do such a thing of her own accord, Minerva demands the students return to their dormitories for the day, putting exams on hold for the time being. She quickly organizes search parties and they begin to search the castle high and low for any sign of Hazel. Despite their best efforts, their search is unsuccessful, leaving both Severus and Remus frantic. The only thing the search found was one of Hazel’s gloves in the courtyard under a tree, Severus pockets the glove and turns to Remus, suddenly remembering what day it is. He pulls Remus aside while the other professors continue to talk about their search. With everything going on today, he had forgotten and he hopes that Remus hasn’t or it could be an even more dire situation than they had previously thought.

“Tonight is the full moon, Remus, have you taken your potion?” Severus whispers, his hand gripping Remus’s shoulder.

“Took it this morning. Don’t you have any faith in me?” Remus adds, trying to lighten the mood with a small smile.

"You cannot be too cautious. Hazel's disappearance had caused me to forget what day it was. You should retreat to your quarters soon so you can transform in peace." 

“I’ll be fine, Severus. Actually, now that you mention it, perhaps I could be of service in my wolf form.”

“How so?” Severus questions, his eyebrow raised in confusion.

“Well as we know my sense of smell is heightened when I transform. Maybe I could pick up Hazel’s scent and find out where she is.”

“No,” Severus refuses. “I will not allow her to see you in – that form!” His mouth becomes dry as he recalls a childhood prank where Remus, a werewolf, violent and hungry for blood because wolfsbane had not subdued him, had almost attacked and killed him. Shaking his head he backs away, holding his hands out in front of him.

“I – I only want to help. I’ve taken every single dose of my potion. Trust me this once, please! I will be in my right mind. I will be in control, not the wolf,” Remus pleads. “I just want to find Hazel. This could work, just let me try!”

“Swear to me that you won’t lay a finger on her, Remus! If you do, I will kill you.”

“I swear on my life. I would never - ever - harm Hazel. I love her as my own, Severus. I think you know that.” 

“I do,” Severus whispers, his eyes dropping to the ground. “Fine, we have a deal. Let’s go somewhere more private so you can transform.”

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Remus shrieks as the pain spreads throughout his bones and he begins his transformation. His body convulses and he breathes in short sharp breaths, wincing each time he inhales and his chest expands. Severus stares in horror at the sight in front of him, wishing he wasn’t frozen in his place in fear but his trauma from the last time he saw Remus in his wolf form keeps him too scared to do anything to help Remus. His wand remains pointed at him, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead as the fur starts erupting from various points on Remus’s body. He grows ever more nauseous as the sound of breaking bones and flesh ripping emits throughout the room. With one last ear-splitting scream, the transformation is complete and a fully grown wolf stands only a few feet away from Severus. Its glowing green eyes stare at him and it cautiously pads forward, stopping to lie down by Severus’s feet, its tail wagging slightly. Hesitantly, Severus leans down and gives the wolf a pat on the head and it leans into his touch.

“I see that you did take all of your potion, Remus. That’s a good boy,” Severus mumbles and scratches the wolf behind its ear. He puts his wand away and pulls out Hazel’s glove. “Here, get a good sniff of this.”

The wolf sits up and sniffs the glove, inhaling deeply and giving Severus’s hand a small lick. 

“You mangy mutt! You got slobber all over me!” Severus chuckles, putting the glove away and wiping his hand on his cloak. “You got the scent, I assume?”

The wolf stands and scratches at the door of Severus’s office. Sighing, Severus opens it and the two begin to track Hazel’s scent through the castle. Before long, they are exiting the castle and heading towards the Whomping Willow. The tree begins to swing its branches about as they approach it.

With an upturned nose, furiously sniffing the air, the wolf runs and leaps at the trunk of the tree, effectively hitting the notch that incapacitates it momentarily. Severus shudders as the wolf sticks its head down into the hole that leads to a tunnel that will take them to the Shrieking Shack, the very place Severus has almost died in two times already, once by Remus Lupin himself, and the other by Voldemort. The wolf looks at him, somehow its green eyes conveying a message of sorrow and understanding. With its tail, it beckons for Severus to follow. Swallowing his fear, he approaches and grabs onto the scruff of the wolf's neck for support and allows it to lead him to the very place of his recurring nightmares.

Moonlight creeps in through the boards covering the windows of the shack, it’s just enough to allow Severus some view of the house, but he doesn’t worry. He knows Remus can see perfectly well in the dim light and he doesn’t want to alert anyone of their position by casting Lumos. The two creep along, avoiding boards that they know will creak with their weight added to them. Finally, they are able to hear mumbling coming from the bedroom. With Remus leading the way, they burst in and Severus casts a spell to bind the limbs of the man he sees pacing in front of the door. To his relief Hazel is sitting in the armchair, her mouth gagged and her limbs tied down, but she appears unharmed otherwise. 

“Hazel!” Severus exclaims, rushing over to her to free her from her bonds. “Are you okay, honey?”

Hazel collapses into his arms, sobbing. “Dad! I - I’m fine but I thought you’d never find me!” 

 “Daddy’s here, I got you,” Severus hums, rocking her back in forth in his arms. “Remus is here as well. He’s the one that found you.” Severus motions towards the wolf that is baring its teeth at the strange man who kidnapped Hazel. “Remus, calm down. We don’t need you scaring Hazel anymore right now.”

The wolf lets out a defeated whimper and stands down. It pads over to where Hazel and Severus are and lays down.

“Professor Lupin?” Hazel asks. “You found me, thank you so much!” She squirms out of Severus’s arms and hugs the wolf around the neck. It turns its head and gives her a gentle lick on her cheek which causes her to let out a little giggle. 

“Remus, take Hazel back to the castle and you two gather reinforcements. I’ll stay here and guard him.”

The wolf bows his head in Severus’s direction and leans down directing Hazel to climb onto its back. She grips handfuls of its fur and gives her dad a nod before the two take off back out of the shack and down the tunnel to Hogwarts. 

“Who do we have here?” Severus sneers his wand at the ready and shoved into the face of his daughter’s kidnapper as he forces him to stand and he removes the gag to allow him to speak. “Wesley Adams,” he tuts. “It’s a shame you’ve decided to follow in your father’s footsteps.”“My father is a great man!” he spits. “People think he defected and is a changed man. What a load of horse shit! He raised me in the ways of the death eaters, but they were too foolish to recognize the true mastermind and the greatest wizard of all time! You, Severus Snape. I am at your service.” The young man bows, his lips stretching into a smirk.

“You fool, you’ve put your faith in the wrong man. That isn’t me! I fought against everything Voldemort stood for!” 

“Oh, but I think that deep down, you agree with some of his logistics! Otherwise, why would you have willingly joined his league? You have always been an outstanding wizard, you’ve created many potions and spells! You can even fly unsupported! What’s stopping you from doing more? You fooled one of the greatest dark wizards of all time, you could be doing so much more than teaching at this school and letting your talents rot away! You deserve to be recognized as the great wizard you are!”

Severus ignores the young man’s words. He doesn’t care about himself and he never has, he has no desire for fame and glory. His only concern is keeping Hazel safe. “Why go after my daughter?” he snarls. “I ought to kill you myself for laying your disgusting hands on her!”

“What better way to make an impression than to go after the foul?” Wesley laughs. “I confunded some stupid Slytherin third years in Hogsmeade to make them bring her to me here! Then, I wiped their memories and sent them on their way. I assume they are okay, they are probably just missing a few days worth of memories.” “In all your research of me, it seems you missed one thing, Adams. I will do anything for the people I love.” Snape narrows his eyes as he begins to hear footsteps storming down the tunnel toward the shrieking shack. With a nonverbal and wandless spell, he gags and binds Wesley tighter than before. “It seems we are going to have company shortly, so before they arrive I have one last thing to say.” Severus leans down until he is right in Wesley’s face, baring his teeth as he suppresses the animalistic urge rising in his gut to kill Wesley. “Fuck you.”

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[rosaline-black]

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a/n: hiii!!! so finally I've decided to upload my Severus x OC fic onto Tumblr! I kinda battled with wanting to for a while but I've finally decided to take the plunge and share with you my little creation. I hope you enjoy! and I'll be uploading whenever I can!

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September 1st 1984

"Shit! Shit! Oh, Merlin Shit!" A small voice cursed under her breath as she lugged her large trunk and haphazardly held onto her plush furred companion.

Katherine Orchard was soaked head to toe from the ridiculously heavily downfall. Scotland in September truly was no joke, but ever the optimist she opted for one of her brightly coloured cardigans, and a pair of jeans which she'd personally had the pleasure of stitching colourful patches too.

Her usually voluminous mane of chestnut curls were sticking to her plump rosy cheeks as she finally reached the front gates of her new place of employment, which was funnily enough the school she spent the majority of her teen years.

Her mind had never moved so fast before. She had far too much to think about. A new job, new living arrangements, a completely new life she'd been craving since she left Hogwarts in the first place. Let's just say life hadn't gone her way in the last few years.

As the heavy gates finally opened Katherine was snapped out of her obsessive mind hell and was met with a familiar face, her head of house.

"Professor sprout!!" She called outgoing to embrace her before being stopped.

"You know I'd love to hug you dear girl but you're soaked through..."

Katherine laughed awkwardly before trudging behind her mentor of many years. Pomona sprout was her mum away from home, a beacon of light when other classmates would pick on her or see her as a little bit too much because truthfully Katherine could be peculiar.

"So how have you been my dear... when Dumbledore told me about your trainee position I insisted on walking you to his office... I assume you won't repeat this but you were always my favourite..."

Katherine smiled bashfully and walked quickly beside her now colleague "thank you Professor that does mean a lot... so what is Professor Snape like? I never actually had him as potions Professor... Slughorn had me in his advanced class..."

Pomona huffed slightly and furrowed her brows almost weighing up what there was to say "well he's rather strict... not to many's taste..."

"Oh uh really...?" Katherine mumbled awkwardly. Most people seemed to like Katherine, well that wasn't strictly true, she was a bit awkward but completely harmless. She was known for being kind and hopeful, a little naive but full of warmth. This usually won people over but Severus Snape, unbeknownst to her was not going to be impressed.

"Yes but don't worry yourself dear... now this is where I leave you… but I'd love if you joined me for tea at some point this week.."

Katherine nodded enthusiastically before watching her mentor pat her back reassuringly and leave in the other direction. Still soaking wet and shivering Katherine nervously made her way up to Dumbledore’s office.

She knocked on the door softly and when it swung open per a flick of the headmaster’s wrist she sheepishly stumbled inside, two pairs of eyes scanning over her befuddled appearance.

"Is this really necessary..." Severus muttered bitterly as he stood waiting for his new trainee to turn up. He'd dreaded this day, the thought of devoting his time to an incompetent colleague just felt pointless to him, he'd gain nothing from it.

"Yes, Severus now just be patient..."

"She's 5 minutes late..."

"She's worth it trust me..."

Severus sighed and stood facing his employer. If he wasn't tied to Dumbledore he could think of a million places he'd rather be than waiting for an unpunctual teaching assistant that he would rather die than meet-

His thoughts were completely interrupted by a small body stumbling into the room as Dumbledore flicked the door open. She looked nothing like he expected. As she stood up completely he scanned over her and scoffed.

Her hair was a curly damp frizzy mess, it was clear she'd been caught in the rain. He saw how her pale freckled cheeks were stained red from the cold and her short curvy frame shivered slightly as a breeze travelled through a half-cracked window.

"Hello..." she cheerfully exclaimed, trying to compose herself and failing miserably.

Severus was immediately annoyed by her. Clumsy, late and far too happy, it was like Dumbledore was trying to make his life miserable.

"Miss orchard it's a pleasure..." Dumbledore implored rising from his seat to offer her a lemon drop which she excepted. She seemed to be the first to do so.

"Thank you, Professor... it's an honour to be asked back..." Katherine spoke softly only now turning to see Severus who was standing in the corner of the room with his arms crossed.

"Professor Snape it's lovely to meet you..." Katherine grinned plodding over to him and putting out her hand to shake. He watched her eyes glimmer with what seemed to be naivety and innocence, something he'd have pleasure in crushing.

Instead of dignifying a response Severus simply stared coldly at her before looking to the headmaster who was watching very carefully "Severus why don't you show miss Orchard to her quarters, I believe hers are right down the hall from your own..."

Severus grumbled and merely nodded before striding off away from her, barely even acknowledging her presence.

Katherine took this as her queue to catch up. She grabbed her furry friend and her trunk before running after her new teacher. When she finally caught up with him Severus noted the loud panting of her breath and the way she wrestled with the ball of fluff in her arms.

"Sorry... could you… uh slow down please..." she pleaded nearly stumbling over her own feet as she reached his pace.

"Why would I do that..." he drawled

"So I can keep up..." she said in return her brows furrowing at this man’s blatant rudeness. Had she offended him somehow?

Suddenly he stopped causing her to nearly trip over her feet and crash into him. He turned around and glared at her.

"Let's get something clear... I am not your friend... nor am I going to participate in casual conversation with you... frankly, I don't need you here... I don't want you here... and I most certainly do not want to wait around so that you can catch up with me.. is that understood?"

Katherine stood frozen in place. She wasn't used to people being so overtly rude so fast. Her bottom lip quivered and the child inside of her was screaming to burst into tears. She never did do well with being told off.

Something about how Katherine looked at Severus made him have a sudden swarming feeling of guilt. She looked so innocent, so scared. He'd seen it a million times with his students but she made him actually feel bad.

"Yes... yes, it's understood..." she nodded casting her eyes down to the floor like a scolded child.

Severus cleared his throat and continued walking, not that she'd notice but even a little bit slower. Once they had reached her chambers he simply dropped a key in the palm of her hand before walking away or attempting to walk away.

"Uh... Severus, I look forward to working under you... I mean with you... sorry that came out wrong I'm just-"

"Just stop your blabbering and be in my classroom at 9 am tomorrow..." and with that, he disappeared with a swing of his cape and many steps down the corridor.

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[dionysia01]

Ohh, what's the book you've started a few times? And why didn't you keep reading, just lack of time or something else?

I'm actually very curious, so I'm gonna ask a few more questions if you don't mind:

1) How did rereading Harry Potter feel like?

2) What fandoms did you read fanfiction for?

3) Any fic recs you'd like to share? =)

Okay… “der Dativ ist dem Genitiv sein Tod” it’s actually a German grammar book but in a funny way… yeah it’s a combination between a lack of time and concentration… but it is pretty funny as far as I came so yeah it will eventually be read… just my brain needs a little more time and rest to be able to do that and not the constant challenge and 6 to 7 day week xD

1.) As for rereading Harry Potter… well I can officially say as an Adult I hated Dumbledore by his first appearance… when I first read the books that took a few years… not sure anymore but think it was somewhere between 4 and 5 when I started to question if his ends really justified the means… and well I came to the conclusion they don’t not when he never truly actively seeked true support someone else’s insight or even tried to solve it himself…

add to that as a headmaster ignoring bullying just because the victim is in the house You despise and well being completely blind to obvious abuse… in so many cases… so in short he dropped down in my like scale even further… McGonagalls throne lost a few pieces too… and Snape well that character has my deepest respect now…

2.) hm… oh let me see… Harry potter (duh) and thanks for the chance to nagg you as I would like to read some more Harry Potter fan-fiction :-p

Supergirl, the owl house (started watching that when I was sick and well it’s damn open minded, so kinda cool) some “Bones” thought it’s ancient stuff there just never got to finish it… and thats it I think…

3.) sure : https://archiveofourown.org/works/22185070/chapters/52964074

xD

oh you meant ones that you don’t have to write? Hm… let me see…https://archiveofourown.org/works/30163233

What big claws (to protect you with, my dear) its an owl house thing

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Professor Sevy (Severus Snape)

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When the students hear Professor Y/L/N call the scary Potions Master for ‘Sevy’, they decide to refer to him as ‘Professor Sevy’ after that day. What will happen when a student accidentally calls him that to his face one day?

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Severus Snape is strolling towards the History of Magic classroom. He has promised Professor Y/L/N to give her a potion to combat her headache.

If it was any other professor, he would have waited until their lessons were finished. However, not this professor - not his wife. He can’t bear thinking about the love of his life teaching the dunderheads through a horrible headache. That needs to be fixed immediately.

He dramatically enters the classroom, ignoring the many curious faces looking at him.

“Your potion is ready, Professor Y/L/N” he says as he hands the vial to his wife.

Nobody knows that they are married, only the Headmaster and a few of the other professors do. They would like to keep it private from the students.

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94 notes - Posted July 9, 2022

#4

The Arranged Marriage (Severus Snape)

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The Dark Lord arranges Severus Snape’s marriage as he wants the Half-blood to marry a Pureblood. Will Severus end up happy or miserable?

This is not a request. It’s inspired by one of @sevsnapes’ posts.

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Published: 8/8/2022

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Word count: 2.7k

Warning: Forced marriage

All the Death Eaters are gathered in Malfoy Manor, sitting around the long dinner table. They are waiting for the Dark Lord to enter the room so the meeting can start.

Severus is sitting across from the Malfoy family. He looks at his friend Lucius, trying to get any hint if the man knows what the meeting is about. He’s however disappointed as he notices the confused look on the blonde-haired man’s face. He has no clue either.

When they hear the familiar sound of a snake, they all divert their attention towards the door. The Dark Lord enters, his snake slithering next to him. He takes his seat and starts the meeting.

“Welcome, my friends. I have summoned you as I have an utmost important announcement to make,” he starts.

Everybody looks confused - what important announcement? Are they going to kidnap the Potter boy?

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There will be a part two on 9/20/2022!

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96 notes - Posted August 8, 2022

#3

Let Me Take Care of You (Severus Snape)

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Severus Snape is stressed out and skips dinner in order to grade papers. However, one colleague notices this and expresses her concern.

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Published: 6/13/2022

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It’s an ordinary day for the Potions Master of Hogwarts. He has just finished his last lesson of the day and is heading towards the Great Hall for dinner.

He enters and strolls towards the staff table, sitting between Flitwick and Sprout. Both are too busy talking to the other person next to them. Thank Merlin for that.

Severus sighs in irritation, ignoring his empty plate. He has so much to grade this evening. It feels like he grades all those papers only to grade more the next day. It’s a never-ending task.

It makes the Potions Master even more stressed and grumpier than he usually is. He starts regretting that he came for dinner. If he leaves now, maybe he can finish grading earlier. Perhaps he won’t need to sleep at two in the morning this time…

Severus decides to do so. He quickly leaves the table, muttering “Not hungry” to his colleagues before hurrying out the Great Hall. He strolls towards the Potions classroom and sits down by his desk.

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100 notes - Posted June 13, 2022

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Honeymoon (Severus Snape x former Slytherin student! reader)

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Severus and Y/N finally go on their much needed honeymoon.

This is not a request.

It’s a continuation of “A Day in Their Married Life”. Y/F/N means your father’s name.

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Published: 3/7/2022

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Warning: Sex (it’s however more of an indication / mention, this doesn’t contain smut)

It's been two and a half years - Severus and Y/N still haven't gone on a honeymoon.

They haven't had the opportunity yet. Y/N has been busy with her internship at St. Mungo's Hospital, and people keep bothering them - Draco keeps inviting them over to Malfoy Manor, Minerva McGonagall keeps asking Severus how their marriage is, and Y/N's father just won't leave them alone.

Severus sighs. Will they ever go on their much needed honeymoon?

He tries to read his book, but he can't concentrate. He really needs to get away from everything and everything, just he and his wife.

The question is, where can they go without anyone bothering them?

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My #1 post of 2022

Never Without You (V/B)

By yan-senna

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Introduction:

This one shot contains Valtor/Baltor x wife! reader. I only own Y/N who is the same age as Valtor.

This is a request from SianiaLarkin01 on Wattpad.

Valtor and the Trix are looking for more spells to steal. The three witches are surprised to find out that’s not the only thing Valtor is looking for.

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Word count: 1.3k

Published: 2/1/2022

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In a cave hidden away from society, Valtor and the Trix are discussing their next move.

Well, the Trix witches are discussing different ideas while talking Valtor’s ears off. He ignores their chattering while thinking hard.

“Where are you?” he whispers, focusing on his magic. Whatever he’s looking for, he’s doing everything in his power to find it.

“I think he’s finally snapped - he’s talking to himself” Darcy whispers, silently gesturing to Valtor focusing.

Stormy snorts at that. “I’d say he’s been crazy this whole time. If it wasn’t for his powers and his good looks, I would have left him a long time ago. The guy is nuts” she states, making sure he doesn’t hear her.

Icy laughs. “Well, I can’t argue with that. Thankfully, it will be worth it in the end when he gives me enough power to take over the entire Magix. Oh, I can already see the look on people’s faces when they bow to me” she says, smirking.

Now it’s Darcy’s turn to snort. “Yeah, right. Haven’t you paid attention? He clearly likes me the most” she states, crossing her arms.

“No, he likes ME the most!” Icy growls.

Stormy huffs. “You are both wrong, I’m clearly the favourite” she says, looking confident.

The three witches glare at each other, magic emerging in their hands.

Just as they are about to hit each other, Valtor turns around. He sighs.

“Stop that nonsense, you are wasting your energy. Save it for the Winx” he says, sounding irritated.

They immediately stop what they are doing, lowering their arms. They however still glare at each other.

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1. Melody Riddle and the Sorcerer's Stone Ch.5 The Letter

HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

Headmaster: ALBUS DUMBLEDORE

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme

Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Miss Riddle,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts

School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all

necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Minerva McGonagall,

Deputy Headmistress

I read through it again and again, filled with many questions that I wasn’t sure could be quenchable.

I was in the Headmaster’s office with Professor Dumbledore and Professor Snape, both watching me intently as I read the letter. Ignoring their odd stares, I wondered why they even decided to give me the letter. There was no point in bringing me there months ahead of time if I wasn’t going to be enrolled in the darn school.

I then noticed a reply was due by owl — seriously, by owl — by no later than the thirty first of July… tomorrow. Wow, I can’t believe I’ve been here this long.

The Hogwarts students, sadly including, of course, Fred and George, had all gone home for the summer in mid June. The pair said they were excited to see me when it was time to return, and that they’d be devastated if I didn’t get into Gryffindor — having finally decided to tell me that it was the only House worth being sorted into… without actually explaining what the purpose for the Houses was.

“Professor Dumbledore, why do I need this letter?” I asked him.

“Ah, it’s the principle of the thing. The letter gives a great memento for your future,” Professor Dumbledore was somewhat misty-eyed as he replied.

All I could do was look at him. Okay, but I don’t need this…

Professor Snape’s expression was as blank as ever when he gave me the next sheet, and this time it was the list of supplies I needed for the school year.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

UNIFORM

First-year students will require:

Three sets of plain work robes (black)

One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear

One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)

One winter cloak (black, silver fastenings)

Please note that all pupils’ clothes should carry name tags

COURSE BOOKS

All students should have a copy of each of the following:

The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1) by Miranda Goshawk

A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot

Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling

A Beginners’ Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch

One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore

Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander

The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection by Quentin Trimble

OTHER EQUIPMENT

1 wand

1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)

1 set glass or crystal phials

1 telescope

1 set brass scales

Students may also bring an owl OR a cat OR a toad

PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICKS

“Quite the list,” I muttered softly, “Why aren’t first years allowed broomsticks? And for what anyways? Wizard trained cleaning?”

Even though I’d been at the school for two months already, it didn’t matter how much time I had been given to spend in the library. There were just too many books to read. I had begun with the basics based on what the persnickety librarian, Madam Pince, had shown me to be the course books I would need for this year. However, doing anything with brooms hadn’t been one of them.

Professor Dumbledore chuckled softly and Professor Snape looked at me oddly, as though he was really trying hard not to show his irritation. But I mean, come on, what would the first years do with the broomsticks? Bop each other upside the head? Fly?… Oh wait, this is a wizarding school, isn’t it…? ‘oh, bollocks.’

Thanks to Fred and George before they left school, I knew some British slang, but my all-time favorite had to be ‘bloody hell.’

“There is a game we call Quidditch where the players ride on broomsticks and score goals. I promise you would enjoy attending some of the games, your housemates will appreciate the support while you study the sport.” Professor Dumbledore said encouragingly.

“Okay…” I said, seeing no point in arguing, “And where do I go to get these supplies?”

“Ah, I see Professor Snape hasn’t yet told you about Diagon Alley?” Professor Dumbledore asked with profound interest. He sounded slightly amused, likely aware that said Professor hadn’t spoken another word to me since the first night I stayed there.

“Uh, right,” I said, reading over the list again. What would I need a hat for? To look like a witch when I already am one?

“Oh, Severus, you know, I think it would be wonderful if you could take Melody to Diagon Alley. Do you mind?” Professor Dumbledore said, his comment knocking me out of my distracted thoughts.

First issue, I now knew the cold Professor’s first name. Didn’t need or want it. Second of all, he spoke of a place I’d never heard of. I’d learned of places in England from when my mom made me take a geography class about it, but I’d never heard of that shopping alley….

I frowned then, realizing she’d planned all along to send me here. I’d been eight when I took the class with her. How long had she already known I have magic, and she didn’t say anything until a few months ago?

“No.. it’s no bother.” Professor Snape said through gritted teeth.

Professor Dumbledore gave a knowing smile, “That’s settled then. You two will go to Diagon Alley tomorrow to get the supplies needed. And Melody, while you’re out, your mother will stop by to come get you. So pack up your bag tonight.”

Those words were music to my ears. I had questions she needed to answer.

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I walked back to my room once I left Professor Dumbledore’s office, attempting to think back through the day she explained she was a witch. Had she really been surprised when I told her about all my weird situations?… She was… she can’t fake that level of shock, especially not when I told her I could talk to snakes. It’s just… —

Strangely, at that moment I felt something probe the back of my mind. I stopped walking, focusing on my inner thoughts and the area I would usually keep a wall. When I felt another prod, I automatically pushed against it with all the force I could muster. Someone fell over directly behind me.

I spun around to find Professor Snape already standing up and brushing himself off. I didn’t dare laugh at this, wondering for a split second if he’d been attempting to break into my mind and why. And then I wondered how it was that I pushed him out… this was a grown wizard and I was hardly even a beginning witch…. Despite wanting to feel angry, I actually felt a bit pleased with myself.

Professor Snape looked at me with mild surprise, and I was in utter shock that I didn’t sense any anger from him. Though technically I wanted to be angry, it was likely a test or a lesson. Professor Dumbledore knew about my mental walls and my ability to read minds, so….

“I-I’m sorry. I-um…” I began, but Professor Snape held up his hand.

“I see you’re already a skilled Occlumens. Did Orele teach you how to do that?”

Was mom supposed to teach me how to do that?“I taught myself, I guess,” I said slowly, “I didn’t know it had a name…. No one’s actually tried to get into my mind before, but it seems to be easy to feel when someone’s trying to read my mind — or, rather, you.”

He showed his emotions to me without meaning to, I figured, since they seemed to come through as surprise and wonder before his emotions were suddenly blocked off.

“Why do you do that?” I asked aloud.

“Do what?” he asked monotonically.

“Let your emotions show for a moment and then block them again,” I said. “Not that you ever show it on your face, but I can feel it. I block my emotions when I’m out in public with other people, and I know what their emotions are. But you’re difficult to read.”

He was silent for a moment. Then, as though he wanted to be sure, he took out his wand and pointed it at me. “Legilimens,” he said.

Everything went black in my mind, but I could feel him trying to search through my memories like they were album pages. With certain ease, I used my mind to push his presence out again. I didn’t want anyone to read my thoughts. It was an invasion of my own privacy, since I knew it was going on. Doing it to other people it hadn’t ever mattered to me, because I wouldn’t talk to them or anyone they knew anyway. He, however, was going to be a teacher of mine with my thoughts at his disposal…

He staggered back and, with a look of satisfaction, he pocketed his wand. “I will see you in the morning.” With that, he passed right by me and walked toward his office.

I followed him, narrowing my eyes at his back all the while, since I had to go in that direction anyway. He went into his office and I went past him to my room, feeling overwhelmed and tired as I lay down in the bed for the last time.

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shoulda just stayed in bed today (Harry potter, the last of it!)

Have you ever had one of those days where you can't help but feel like you should of just stayed in bed? Sometimes the feeling passes as the morning goes on but for one young wizard It was lunch time at Hogwarts and a certain Blond haired Slytherin was grumpier then normal as he took his seat with his stooges. Between having woken up late, having lost a homework assignment and getting chewed out by his own uncle over it and now there being no where else to sit by by Potter and his two stupid friends, Draco was just having a shit day. He briefly toyed with just skipping lunch but his tummy growled in protest at the idea since he'd had to skip breakfast just to make it to class on time. While he hadn't of slept in THAT much that he couldn't of at least gotten some toast, he'd had to take the time to clean up after he woke up because of a embarrassing night time problem that ONLY his uncle knew about: Draco Malfoy was a total bed wetter and some nights a bed MESSER. His parents and his uncle consider it a disgrace, he was a 5th year student and still he hadn't kicked the bad habit and so they had decided to start take drastic measures. were before he had been given self cleaning sheets and underoo's to help with the issue now he was forced to tape himself into a thick bulky nappy every night, with his uncle doing random checks to make sure he was doing it. It was Snape's idea of all things as he reasoned Draco hadn't put the effort in to stop the accidents because he didn't have to clean up and to Draco's dismay his parents had seen the logic, so now if he wanted to try and go to bed without a nappy on he needed 5 days in a row with a happy face sticker on it on the stupid potty chart Snape had given him. His only saving grace was that Snape let him keep it in the drawer of his nightstand instead of hanging it up on the wall. and of course, because lady luck always seemed to shrine on potter instead of him, he'd awoken with a nappy full of bm.

Snapping himself out of his gloomy thoughts he took a seat by the griffendorks and started to help himself to ham sandwich with mustard and salad even as the mud blood sniffed the air and wrinkled her nose. with the mud blood being closet to him and Draco maybe having rushed his clean up, he started to worry. Crab and Goyle hadn't mentioned him smelling a bit off but then again their own personal hygiene wasn't exactly stellar so that wasn't a surprise. Hermione looked over at Draco and he shot her a look, which was suppose to be intimidating but in his panic came off more as pleading one. "Can somebody switch me seats? I'd rather not sit next to HIM." Hermione said, not listing it was the smell that made her want to switch but it was well known they didn't care for each other so it worked. Harry agreed and soon was sitting next to Draco and he took sniffed as Draco tried to look away and will himself NOT to blush, getting mustard on his robe as he did so. Oddly despite clearly smelling the same thing she had, Harry just smiled and dug into his own lunch, making small talk with Ron, though he did cut off Ron. "Sorry Ron, one second." Harry said, then picked up a napkin and dabbed away at the mustard on Draco's robe! "Look's like somebody needs a bib!" Draco sputtered and stood up, embarrassed and outraged. "PISS OFF POTTER!" He yelled, getting the attention of the staff. Professor McGonagall gasped at the language coming out of Draco's mouth while Snape just facepalmed, looking like he was regretting ever getting Draco into the school. "Hey, I'm just trying to help little guy. you don't wanna have a mustard stain on your robe do you?" Harry asked, grinning ear to ear as if he had expected this sort of a outburst. "I'm not a flipping baby! I don't need a bib!" Draco snarled. "Mr. Malfoy, Please take your seat." Dumbledore called out, though he to looked rather amused. "but but.. he said.." Draco whined, turning around to face the headmaster and not seeing as Harry pointed to Draco's backside and held his nose, mouthing 'babies got a stinky butt' to the others, who broke out in laughter. Draco whirled back around, his face a wonderful shade of crimson and went to reach for his wand, enough was enough and he had reached his breaking point. "I'll show you who's the baby!" he growled when two things happened. The first was with a flick of the wrist Dumbledore sent out a spell that replaced Draco's wand, which would be back in his private room with a large, white and green baby rattle. (Why Dumbledore would have such a thing on hand and how he could do such a disarming trick was unknown) The second was while Draco who hadn't realized the switch yet when to point his wand, now a rattle at potter, A large graceful looking owl flew into the hall. Bearing the Malfoys family crest everyone knew it was Draco's to a extent because he had bragged it up, a act that was backfiring now because of the package it carried. brightly colored plastic and pictures of older boys in nappies on the front, it was a package of Lil' soakers, the bed time punishment nappies. even if there had been ANY doubt who the diapers were for (And boy was Draco trying to think of how he could try and say they were Snapes) the pack landed right in front of him with a soft thud as the Owl barely slowed down and left. "..Well that explains the smell doesn't it?" Harry said, chuckling and clearly delighted, breaking the silence that had filled the hall. As Laughter erupted all around, Draco felt his bladder give away and he plopped down in his seat burying his face in his arms and started to cry, even as Potter patted his back. "I really should of just stayed in bed today." He sobbed.

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I posted 988 times in 2022

That's 988 more posts than 2021!

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

In my fam server, I just went on a full unhinged ramble about Divergent in the nerding channel cause lil bro prompted me and Lord did Eric just wake up because I got heated. 

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#4

@neverwholelahey​

He’s got nothing. Just a dumbfounded look of confusion on his face. 

“Do ya wanna run that by me again, sunshine?”

7 notes - Posted June 13, 2022

#3

@compatiissante​

“You know this station is like, not very big-- It shouldn’t take days to see someone around...you’re avoiding me. Why?” He asked John, but the man had no idea where Maya had wandered off to. Which was immediately a red flag since John could pinpoint all the usual suspects with accuracy of inches. Cas had to psionic blast a damn homing beacon to catch her unaware before she could run.

11 notes - Posted June 13, 2022

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My #1 post of 2022

Gabriel had not taken long to request a meeting with Dumbledore after the term started. His youngest son’s letter clenched tightly in his fist as he gave the password and strolled up the stairs, a quiet energy crackling around him. His knuckles rapped lightly at the door before a voice called for him to enter. 

Dumbledore, as always, had barely changed from the time the ambitious young Gabriel had first met him. Perhaps his beard was longer, but the twinkling eyes remained the same. “Gabriel, please have a seat.”  Gabriel nodded, immediately making himself at home in the high backed chair in front of the headmaster’s desk. “I must admit,” Albus began slowly, “When I received your letter, I thought this would be a call regarding Alejandra’s latest incident with Mr. Flint, but I don’t believe that is so... since your request came before Professor Snape was able to remove Mr. Flint’s lips from his own backside... again.” 

Gabriel had allowed his lips to lift in a smug smile, not even ashamed to admit his pride in his only daughter, “I assume my daughter had her reasons, and if a detention was warranted, I would not fight it. However,” He paused, thinking over his words for the next moment, smoothing the letter open on his knee. “I received this letter from Alejandro, not even the second day of school. And have had a long and proper think on it. If you would be so kind to let me translate you an excerpt.” Albus nodded, folding his long fingers under his chin with an air of indulging.

“Father, the term has started, and so far, not much news to report. Another Weasley was sorted into Gryffindor, perhaps you can congratulate Mister Weasley, though I must admit the twins are still Ale and I’s favorites, though you would have to kill me before I would admit it.” Albus chuckled as Gabriel paused, his own amusement when he initially read the letter having caused the same reaction. 

“However, as you asked me to always be honest and voice my concerns, Harry Potter was also sorted into Gryffindor. And there are whispers he grew up with a muggle family. The boy seems nice enough, and with how the Malfoy boy goes on about his ‘not wanting to be his friend’, he seems reasonably intelligent. My issue is thus: He is tiny. Small. And in my honest opinion-- He has been abused. Whether by the muggles or something else, the savior of the wizarding world that defeated Voldemort looks like he could be knocked over by a light breeze. And Alejandra agrees. It is our disappointment that he did not get sorted into Slytherin so we could keep a closer watch on him, though Ale is debating reaching out to one of the Gryffindor girls she is on speaking terms with to do so on our behalf.”

Gabriel folded the letter back up, leaning back in the chair and staring Dumbledore down with a quiet intensity. “Harry Potter. The boy who lived. Was sent to a muggle home... and abused?” Gabriel knew Albus was peering into him and made no effort to lift shields, he wanted Albus to feel and understand his quiet rage. A boy, not just because he was so important to the wizarding world but because he was a child, was put into an unsafe environment. For what? For why? 

The two men were locked in their stare before Albus finally nodded, understanding why Gabriel was truly here. And knowing he was one of the only people in the world who could at least understand the intentions of it. 

“When Lily Potter died, she gave her life for her son. As you of all people would know, this created a blood ward over the boy. Which has protected him for as long as he calls his blood relative house his home.” Gabriel bristled at that, holding back a diatribe that threatened to escape as Albus raised his hand to placate him. “I understand your frustrations, Gabriel. I had mistakenly believed that leaving Harry with his muggle relatives would have been better for all, and that his mother’s sister would have loved him as her own. As surely as Lily would have loved her sister’s son. This was the mistake. However, it cannot be undone.”

Gabriel slammed his hands on the desk, “To Hell with that, Albus, you know damn well it can be undone. The boy deserves to grow up feeling safe and loved. And not an undersized child who would flinch from a raised hand instead of embracing it. You left him with muggles to keep his ego underinflated. You left him there so he would not be some little spoiled prat, despite many families that would have taken him in and raised him to be strong and loved him like their own son and accomplished the same thing. I would have taken him, Guillermo would have taken him. Even my aunt would have taken him! It is in our family’s history.” He could hear over the quiet murmurs of the portraits, his own ancestor’s voice, agreeing with him as Vindictus chimed in, the Spanish accent thicker than Gabriel’s own, “He should have been raised in his world, Albus, Gabriel is correct. The Viridians have always taken in muggleborns in our past and protected them, this would be no different with the Potter boy.” 

Albus leaned back in his seat, contemplative. “I have heard your argument many times, Vindictus, I do promise you, I remember it.” He glanced up at Gabriel, and Gabriel found himself both intrigued and annoyed that the twinkle was still there. 

“And would you still take him in? After all these years?” Gabriel swallowed thickly, “I would with no hesitation. My twins already want to protect him. It wouldn’t take but a single look from my oldest to want to do the same.” Albus gave a small nod, “And this would make the Viridian family no longer neutral in potential conflicts with the remaining followers of Voldemort?” 

The words bit at Gabriel and he scowled. “We were never neutral, and you damn well know this, Albus. No one trusted the foreigners back then, so we stayed out of it by request. Your request if I remember correctly.” 

Albus nodded, an amused smile on his face, “Gabriel, I am old. I make mistakes, mine are commonly much more severe than a normal man’s. Clearly, to have made a few of them during the war and after it ended. In regards to both your family, and Harry’s. So, entertain me if you would. How would you go about protecting the boy who lived? As you know, Voldemort is not truly gone. And I have a few suspicions as to why and how he is not. As I am certain you do as well.” 

Gabriel was silent for a moment, before his hand reached into his coat and pulled a sickle blade from his belt, showing the shimmering silver instrument. “Give me a lock of the boy’s hair and the protection Lily left on him would still present itself. I tie his hair to my children’s, mine, Guillermo’s, Maria’s. And he’s ours. And no one, not even Merlin himself could cut through the magical bond.” Albus tapped his fingers together, his eyes locked on the knife. Gabriel knew the old man was thinking it over deeply. “So, you would use the old magics to bind him like one would bind a coven?” Gabriel nodded, “Family, coven, at the end of the day, they were all the same. Blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb, as the muggles say.” 

Albus gave a small chuckle, “They usually shorten it to ‘blood is thicker than water’ and get the meaning wrong anyways.” Gabriel tucked the sickle back into his belt, crossing his arms adamantly, now fully invested in taking the boy in and already planning to add another room onto the villa, possibly next to Ale’s. The two could share a bathroom amicably he was sure. And Harry would immediately have two older students at school that would be there for him as much as he wanted them and Nicolas to help him during the summer, Guill could teach him quidditch and Maria, well, she would terrorize all of them equally he was sure. 

He was at least fully certain his twins would bend over backwards for him if presented the opportunity.

“Let me adopt Harry, if he agrees to it, Albus, and take him under our protection. If we are both right, and Voldemort does come back, I think we both know you would prefer he knows as much as he can to protect himself...” Gabriel gave a small sad smile, “And, knowing Voldemort, well, that’s 6 more bodies to stand in front of him and shield him. Six times the familial love. Six times the protection. But he would be hard pressed to get past Maria, Guill and I to get to the children.”

Albus looked into his hands for a moment, giving the slowest of nods. “If he agrees, Gabriel, I will let his muggle family know.”

Gabriel nodded, “Let me speak with him and explain... And your involvement in his placement will not be a focal point, as I assume you need him to trust you. For the benefit of his survival.”

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"'You are sharing the Dark Lord's thoughts and emotions. The Headmaster thinks it inadvisable for this to continue. He wishes me to teach you how to close your mind to the Dark Lord.'" Dark times have come to Hogwarts. After the Dementors' attack on his cousin Dudley, Harry Potter knows that Voldemort will stop at nothing to find him. There are many who deny the Dark Lord's return, but Harry is not alone: a secret order gathers at Grimmauld Place to fight against the Dark forces. Harry must allow Professor Snape to teach him how to protect himself from Voldemort's savage assaults on his mind. But they are growing stronger by the day and Harry is running out of time....

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The Headmaster of Hogwarts

This had to be it. It had to be the last time. Severus had never been under any illusion that this was going to be easy. He had been preparing for something like this for most of his adult life. But perhaps he had over-estimated just how difficult it would be to be so completely alone.

The first order of business had been to re-decorate the Headmaster's office. Anything even remotely associated with Albus Dumbledore had been stripped away. The whizzing, golden instruments, Fawkes' abandoned perch, every book penned by a muggle-born author, even his stash of knitting patterns – all thrown unceremoniously into a great pile in the courtyard to be consumed by Fiendfyre. Severus had almost gotten used to it now. He barely notices the tapestry depicting beast-like muggles writhing in agony before submitting to their rightful place beneath those pure of blood.

Part of him had even grown numb to the suffering of the students. He did what he could to keep them safe. Denied all knowledge of a place in the castle an ever-increasing number of them could escape to. Told himself over and over the Cruicatus curse was just pain. They could endure. They had to. If hating him made it even the slightest bit easier, then he welcomed it.

He had been surprised when so many of his old colleagues remained behind. Albus had assured him they would out of concern for the students, but Severus had had his doubts. Although they tried to hide it from him, their understandable detestation was obvious. Of course, it was expected. He had prepared for it but-

Severus was brought out of his thoughts as the office alerted him to the fact that someone had said the password – ‘Salazar’s will’ – and was making their way up the staircase. She was here. 

“You called for me, Headmaster?” She had never been one for sarcasm, but Minerva managed to make Severus’ title ooze with it every time she addressed him. And every time he silently congratulated her.

“Yes,” he replied, letting Alecto’s latest report fall back onto the desk. “Thank you for arriving so very promptly, Minerva.” He added with irony.

She placed her hands on her hips and stared at him coldly. “While I assure you that answering your summons is of the highest importance to me, I’m afraid I was delayed by the need to escort a young first year to the hospital wing.”

“How very noble of you. And what, may I ask, was the cause of their injury?”

"The same as every other time!" My goodness, she was livid today. "One of the staff members that you, in your infinite wisdom, saw fit to disgrace this school by employing!"

Severus smiled up at her. “Ah, I’m sure you are aware, Minerva, that it is our great Dark Lord who has the final say over who is employed at Hogwarts. I know you would never intentionally insult him so I will let that comment slide. This time.”

Minerva’s upper lip curled up revulsion, but she wisely remained silent.

"But I'm afraid you misunderstood my question. When I asked what the cause of their injury was I didn't mean how it was obtained – I have that information right here," he indicated to the report in front of him, "I meant what was it the student did to incur such a punishment?"

“Do you honestly think that a child could have done anything that would warrant-” She cut herself off at Severus’ dark look of warning. She looked down, perhaps not trusting herself to not say something out of turn if she carried on meeting his gaze. “They were unable to list all the ingredients required to produce the Draught of Delirium. They were told that since they had been given the ‘privileged’ enough to have their ‘filthy blood’ overlooked and been allowed to enter the school, they should have at least read ahead on the subject.”

Severus sighed. “Well, it is rather frustrating when students don’t do their summer reading isn’t it?”

This was the part Severus could never stand. When the anger behind her eyes transformed into a profound and hopeless sadness. When she looked at him with something that resembled pity. “What happened to you, Severus?”

“What happened to me is that I worked my way up from the bottom to earn my rightful place as Headmaster of this great school and-”

“You disgust me.”

Her words made Severus halt mid-sentence. No matter how many times he heard them they always made his stomach lurch. He waited for the tirade to follow; she had nothing left to lose now.

“How can you sit there in his place? How can you act as though this is something rightfully yours after what you did? He trusted you and you betrayed him! The greatest wizard of our time! Our FRIEND!” Abandoning her act of obedience, she thrust an accusatory finger towards him. Her voice shook and tears of anger ran down her face. “I have known you since you were a child. How could you-”

“I’m sorry.”

Minera blinked. If the moment hadn’t been so charged with emotion, Severus would have found it comical. “You’re WHAT?!”

“I’m sorry, Minerva,” he choked. “I’m sorry we never told you…”

And then it all came flooding out of him. As soon as he allowed himself to speak about it, he couldn't stop. He told Minera everything. Poured his heart out to his last remaining friend. He told her about his terrible mistake all those years ago, that night on the hilltop, his promise to Albus, and most of their plan. He left out the awful truth - that Harry Potter had to die for Voldemort to fall. He would spare her that pain.

He watched as her face, haggard from the months of tremendous stress, change from disbelief to wariness, to overwhelmed joy that, perhaps, a shred of hope remained. She said nothing, just walked around the desk and wrapped her thin arms around him, cradling his face against her own tear-stained cheek. She felt like his mother used to, a long time ago. And, in truth, she had been more of a mother to him than his actual one ever had. He clung on to her for a long time, letting her warmth, and her love, fortify him.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers again.

“My dear, wonderful boy! You have nothing to be sorry for!” She exclaimed, pulling away from him ever so slightly and looking him in the eyes.

Severus smiled and clasped her hand within his own. “No no, I mean I’m sorry for what I’m about to do.”

Her look of confusion was replaced by one of fear as Severus pointed her wand at her with his free hand. He’s still smiling at her while he casts the spell.

“Obliviate.” 

***

 Minera blinked twice before looking about her to regain her bearings. She was in the Headmaster’s office, but it looked different. Darker. She turned, expecting to see Albus in front of her but instead saw Snape sitting in the high-backed chair behind his desk. It all came flooding back to her in an instant. And so too did the feelings associated with the man in front of her – fear, disgust, but most of all hatred. One so powerful it burned all the way down to her bones.

"Thank you, Minerva. That will be all."

She turned and left before she said something she would regret to the person who called himself Headmaster of Hogwarts.

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Bring Back the Bastard Daily Prompts

Hello, folks! I'm posting these two weeks before we begin our fest, on September 1st, to give folks some inspiration on what to write each day as we celebrate Severus Snape's pettiest, most dastardly moments. I specifically picked out moments Snaters always harp on, that Snapedom personally enjoys--from any moment with Trevor to bitching at Lupin at Sirius, to the moments that Lily turns away and Dumbledore's face flashes with disgust--sure, he's a bastard, but he's our bastard, and that's what we like about him. You don't want him? Good. We'll keep him. Here are 30 scene prompts for 30 days--it's a long list, pulled chronologically from all seven books, but I found that it reminded me of everything I love about this character. The moments where he's called deranged, the moments where he slips into all-caps, the ugliest moments of the soul. Hope yall enjoy. Excited to kick off the fest starting September 1st, and absolutely excited to see what Snapedom will do. Let's Bring Back the Bastard! The prompts are below the readmore.

Day 1: The Scar Professor Quirrell, in his absurd turban, was talking to a teacheer with greasy black hair, a hooked nose, and sallow skin. It happened very suddenly. The hook-nosed teacher looked past Quirrell's turban straight into Harry's eyes--and a sharp, hot pain shot across the scar on Harry's forehead. "Ouch!" Harry clapped a hand to his head. "What is it?" asked Percy. "N-nothing." The pain had gone as quickly as it had come. Harder to shake off was the feeling Harry had gotten from the teacher's look--a felling that he didn't like Harry at all. "Who's that teacher talking to Professor Quirrell?" he asked Percy. "Oh, you know Quirrell already, do you? No wonder he's looking so nervous, that's Professor Snape. He teaches Potions, but he doesn't want to--everyone knows he's after Quirrell's job. Knows an awful lot about the Dark Arts, Snape."

Day 2: Bad Impressions Snape, like Flitwick, started the class by taking the roll call, and like Flitwick, he paused at Harry's name. "Ah, yes," he said softly. "Harry Potter. Our new--celebrity."

Day 3: Potions Class "Potter!" said Snape suddenly "What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?" Powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of what? Harry glanced at Ron, who looked as stumped as he was; Hermione's hand shot into the air. "I don't know, sir," said Harry. Snape's lips curled into a sneer. "Tut, tut--fame clearly isn't everything."

Day 4: A Horrible Sight Snape and Filch were inside, alone. Snape was holding his robes above his knees. One of his legs was bloody and mangled. Filch was handing Snape bandages. "Blasted thing," Snape was saying. "How are you supposed to keep your eyes on all three heads at once?" Harry tried to shut the door quietly, but-- "POTTER!" Snape's face was twisted with fury as he dropped his robes quickly to hide his leg. Harry gulped. "I just wondered if I could have my book back." "GET OUT! OUT!"

Day 5: Maybe He's Ill "Hang on..." Harry muttered to Ron. "There's an empty chair at the staff table...Where's Snape?" Professor Severus Snape was Harry's least favorite teacher. Harry also happened to be Snape's least favorite student. Cruel, sarcastic, and disliked by everybody except the students from his own House (Slytherin), Snape taught Potions. "Maybe he's ill!" said Ron hopefully. "Maybe he's left," said Harry, "because he missed out on the Defense Against the Dark Arts job again!" "Or he might have been sacked!" said Ron enthusiastically. "I mean, everyone hates him--" "Or maybe," said a very cold voice right behind them, "he's waiting to hear why you two didn't arrive on the school train."

Day 6: Slytherin Takes the Field "But I booked the field!" said Wood, positively spitting with rage. "But I booked it!" "Ah," said Flint. "But I've got a specially signed note here from Professor Snape. 'I, Professor S. Snape, give the Slytherin team permission to practice today on the Quidditch field owing to the need to train their new Seeker.'"

Day 7: No Quidditch For You! "I suggest, Headmaster, that Potter is not being entirely truthful," he said. "It might be a good idea if he were deprived of certain privileges until he is ready to tell us the whole story. I personally feel he should be taken off the Gryffindor Quidditch team until he is ready to be honest." "Really, Severus," said Professor McGonagall sharply, "I see no reason to stop the boy playing Quidditch. This cat wasn't hit over the head with a broomstick. There is no evidence at all that Potter has done anything wrong." Dumbledore was giving Harry a searching look. His twinkling light-blue gaze made Harry feel as though he were being X-rayed. "Innocent until proven guilty, Severus," he said firmly. Snape looked furious.

Day 8: Expelliarmus! "Let me introduce my assistant, Professor Snape," said Lockhart, flashing a wide smile. "He tells me he knows a tiny little bit about dueling himself and has sportingly agreed to help me with a short demonstration before we begin. Now, I don't want any of you youngsters to worry--you'll still have your Potions master when I'm through with him, never fear!" "Wouldn't it be good if they finished each other off?" Ron muttered in Harry's ear. Snape's upper lip was curling. Harry wondered why Lockhart was still smiling; if Snape had been looking at *him* like that he'd have been running as fast as he could in the opposite direction. Lockhart and Snape turned to face each other and bowed; at least, Lockhart did, with much twirling of his hands, whereas Snape jerked his head irritably. Then they raised their wands like swords in front of them. "As you see, we are holding our wands in the accepted combative position," Lockhart told the silent crowd. "On the count of three, we will cast our fist spells. Neither of us will be aiming to kill, of course." "I wouldn't bet on that," Harry murmured, watching Snape baring his teeth. "One--two--three--" Both of them swung their wands above their heads and pointed them at their opponent; Snape cried: "Expelliarmus!" There was a dazzling flash of scarlet light and Lockhart was blasted off his feet. He flew backward off the stage, smashed into the wall, and slid down it to sprawl on the floor.

Day 9: Only Bite Him A Little Bit, Please "Don't move, Potter," said Snape lazily, clearly enjoying the sight of Harry standing motionless, eye to eye with the angry snake. "I'll get rid of it..."

Day 10: Poisoning Trevor The end of the lesson in sight, Snape strode over to Neville, who was cowering by his cauldron. "Everyone gather 'round," said Snape, his black eyes glittering, "and watch what happens to Longbottom's toad. If he has managed to produce a Shrinking Solution, it will shrink to a tadpole. If, as I don't doubt, he has done it wrong, his toad is likely to be poisoned." The Gryffindors watched fearfully. The Slytherins looked excited. Snape picked up Trevor the toad in his left hand and dipped a small spoon into Neville's potion, which was now green. He trickled a few drops down Trevor's throat. There was a moment of hushed silence, in which Trevor gulped; then there was a small op, and Trevor the tadpole was wriggling in Snape's palm. The Gryffindors burst into applause. Snape, looking sour, pulled a small bottle from the pocket of his robe, poured a few drops on top of Trevor, and he reappeared suddenly, fully grown. "Five points from Gryffindor," said Snape, which wiped smiles from every face. "I told you not to help him, Miss Granger. Class dismissed."

Day 11: Insufferable Know-It-All Everyone sat in motionless silence; everyone except Hermione, whose hand, as it so often did, had shot straight into the air. "Anyone?" Snape said, ignoring Hermione. His twisted smile was back. "Are you telling me that Professor Lupin hasn't even taught you the basic distinction between--" "We told you," said Parvati suddenly, "we haven't got as far as werewolves yet, we're still on--" "Silence!" snarled Snape. "Well, well, well, I never thought I'd meet a third-year class who wouldn't even recognize a werewolf when they saw one. I shall make a point of informing Professor Dumbledore how very behind you all are..." "Please, sir," said Hermione, whose hand was still in the air, "the werewolf differs from the true wolf in several small ways. The snout of the werewolf--" "That is the second time you have spoken out of turn, Miss Granger," said Snape coolly. "Fire more points from Gryffindor for being an insufferable know-it-all."

Day 12: Your Saintly Father "I would hate for you to run away with a false idea of your father, Potter," he said, a terrible grin twisting his face. "Have you been imagining some act of glorious heroism? Then let me correct you--your saintly father and his friends played a highly amusing joke on me that would have resulted in my death if your father hadn't gotten cold feet at the last moment. There was nothing brave about what he did. He was saving his own skin as much as mine. Had their joke succeeded, he would have been expelled from Hogwarts." Snape's uneven, yellowish teeth were bared.

Day 13: Don't Talk About What You Don't Understand "KEEP QUIET, YOU STUPID GIRL!" Snape shouted, looking suddenly quite deranged. "DON'T TALK ABOUT WHAT YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND!" A few sparks shot out of the end o his wand, which was still pointed at Black's face. Hermione fell silent. "Vengeance is very sweet," Snape breathed at Black. "How I hoped I would be the one to catch you..." "The joke's on you again, Severus," Black snarled. "As long as this boy brings his rat up to the castle" --he jerked his head at Ron-- "I'll come quietly...." "Up to the castle?" said Snape silkily. "I don't think we need to go that far. All I have to do is call the dementors once we get out of the Willow. They'll be very pleased to see you, Black...pleased enough to give you a little Kiss, I daresay...."

Day 14: A Great Disappointment "He must have Disapparated, Severus. We should have let somebody in the room with him. When this gets out--" "HE DIDN'T DISAPPARATE!" Snape roared, now very close at hand. "YOU CAN'T APPARATE *OR* DISAPPARATE INSIDE THIS CASTLE! THIS--HAS--SOMETHING--TO--DO--WITH--POTTER!" "Severus--be reasonable--Harry has been locked up--" BAM. The door of the hospital wing burst open. Fudge, Snape, and Dumbledore came striding into the ward. Dumbledore alone looked calm. Indeed, he looked as though he was quite enjoying himself. Fudge appeared angry. But Snape was beside himself. "OUT WITH IT, POTTER!" he bellowed. "WHAT DID YOU DO?" "Professor Snape!" shrieked Madam Pomfrey. "Control yourself!" "See here, Snape, be reasonable," said Fudge. "This door's been locked, we just saw--" "THEY HELPED HIM ESCAPE, I KNOW IT!" Snape howled, pointing at Harry and Hermione. His face was twisted; spit was flying from his mouth. "Calm down, man!" Fudge barked. "You're talking nonsense!" "YOU DON'T KNOW POTTER!" shrieked Snape. "HE DID IT, I KNOW HE DID IT--" "That will do, Severus," said Dumbledore quietly. "Think about what you are saying. This door has been locked since I left the war ten minutes ago. Madam Pomfrey, have these students left their beds?" "Of course not!" said Madam Pomfrey, bristling. "I would have heard them!" "Well, there you have it, Severus," said Dumbledore calmly. "Unless you are suggesting that Harry and Hermione are able to be in two places at once, I'm afraid I don't see any point in troubling them further." Snape stood there, seething, staring from Fudge, who looked thoroughly shocked at his behavior, to Dumbledore, whose eyes were twinkling behind his glasses. Snape whirled about, robes swishing behind him, and stormed out of the ward. "Fellow seems quite unbalanced," said Fudge, staring after him. "I'd watch out for him if I were you, Dumbledore." "Oh, he's not unbalanced," said Dumbledore quietly. "He's just suffered a severe disappointment."

Day 15: Haven't You Heard? "Blimey, haven' yeh heard?" said Hagrid, his smile fading a little. He lowered his voice, even though there was nobody in sight. "Er--Snape told all the Slytherins this mornin'....Thought everyone'd know by now...Professor Lupin's a werewolf, see. An' he was loose on the grounds las' night...He's packin' now, o' course."

Day 16: I See No Difference "And what is all this noise about?" said a soft, deadly voice. Snape had arrived. The Slytherins clamored to give their explanations; Snape pointed a long yellow finger at Malfoy and said, "Explain." "Potter attacked me, sir--" "We attacked each other at the same time!" Harry shouted. "--and he hit Goyle--look--" Snape examined Goyle, whose face now resembled something that would have been at home in a book on poisonous fungi. "Hospital wing, Goyle," Snape said calmly. "Malfoy got Hermione!" Ron said. "Look!" He forced Hermione to show Snape her teeth--she was doing her best to hide them with her hands, though this was difficult as they had now grown down past her collar. Pansy Parkinson and the other Slytherin girls were doubled up with silent giggles, pointing at Hermione from behind Snape's back. Snape looked coldly at Hermione, then said, "I see no difference."

Day 17: The Dark Mark Snape strode forward, past Dumbledore, pulling up the left sleeve of his robes as he went. He struck out his forearm and showed it to Fudge, who recoiled. "There," said Snape harshly. "There. The Dark Mark. It is not as clear as it was an hour or so ago, when it burned black, but you can still see it. Every Death Eater had the sign burned into him by the Dark Lord. It was a means of distinguishing one another, and his means of summoning us to him. When he touched the Mark of any Death Eater, we were to Disapparate, and Apparate, instantly, at his side. This Mark has been growing clearer all year. Karkaroff's too. Why do you think Karkaroff fled tonight? We both felt the Mark burn. We both knew he had returned. Karkaroff fears the Dark Lord's vengeance. He betrayed too many of his fellow Death Eater to be sure of a welcome back into the fold."

Day 18: If You Are Ready...If You Are Prepared... "Severus," said Dumbledore, turning to Snape, "you know what I must ask you to do. If you are ready...if you are prepared..." "I am," said Snape. He looked slightly paler than usual, and his cold, black eyes glittered strangely. "Then good luck," said Dumbledore, and he watched, with a trace of apprehension on his face, as Snape swept wordlessly after Sirius.

Day 19: Obviously "Now...how long have you been teaching at Hogwarts?" she asked, her quill poised over her clipboard. "Fourteen years," Snape replied. His expression was unfathomable. His eyes on Snape, Harry added a few drops to his potion; it hissed menacingly and turned from turquoise to orange. "You applied first for the Defense Against the Dark Arts post, I believe?" Professor Umbridge asked Snape. "Yes," said Snape quietly. "But you were unsuccessful?" Snape's lip curled. "Obviously." Professor Umbridge scribbled on her clipboard. "And you have applied regularly for the Defense Against the Dark Arts post since you first joined the school, I believe?" "Yes," said Snape quietly, barely moving his lips. He looked very angry. "Do you have any idea why Dumbledore has consistently refused to appoint you?" asked Umbridge. "I suggest you ask him," said Snape jerkily. "Oh I shall," said Professor Umbridge with a sweet smile. "I suppose this is relevant?" Snape asked, his black eyes narrowed. "Oh yes," said Professor Umbridge. "Yes, the Ministry wants a thorough understanding of teachers'--er--backgrounds...." She turned away, walked over to Pansy Parkinson, and began questioning her about the lessons. Snape looked around at Harry and their eyes met for a second. Harry hastily dropped his gaze to his potion, which was now congealing foully and giving off a strong smell of burned rubber. "No marks again, then, Potter," said Snape maliciously, emptying Harry's cauldron with a wave of his wand. "You will write me an essay on the correct composition of this potion, indicating how and why you went wrong, to be handed in next lesson, do you understand?"

Day 20: Very Like His Father "How touching," Snape sneered. "But surely you have noticed that Potter is very like his father?" Yes, I have," said Sirius proudly. "Well then, you'll know he's so arrogant that criticism simply bounces off him," Snape said sleekly. Sirius pushed his chair roughly aside and strode around the table toward Snape, pulling out his wand as he went; Snape whipped out his own. They were squaring up to each other, Sirius looking livid, Snape calculating, his eyes darting from Sirius' wand-tip to his face. "Sirius!" said Harry loudly, but Sirius appeared not to hear him. "I've warned you, Snivellus," said Sirius, his face barely a foot from Snape's, "I don't care if Dumbledore thinks you've reformed, I know better." "Oh, but why don't you tell him so?" whispered Snape. "Or are you afraid he might not take the advice of a man who has been hiding inside his mother's house for six months very seriously?" "Tell me, how is Lucius Malfoy these days? I expect he's delighted his lapdog's working at Hogwarts, isn't he?" "Speaking of dogs," said Snape softly, "did you know that Lucius Malfoy recognized you last time you risked a little jaunt outside? Clever idea, Black, getting yourself seen on a safe station platform...gave you a cast-iron excuse not to leave your hidey-hole in future, didn't it?" Sirius raised his wand. "NO!" Harry yelled, vaulting over the table and trying to get in between them, "Sirius, don't--" "Are you calling me a coward?" roared Sirius, trying to push Harry out of the way, but Harry would not budge. "Why, yes, I suppose I am," said Snape.

Day 21: Wormtail's Whine "We...we are alone, aren't we?" Narcissa asked quietly. "Yes, of course. Well, Wormtail's here, but we're not counting vermin, are we?" He pointed his wand at the wall of books behind him and with a bang, a hidden door flew open, revealing a narrow staircase upon which a small man stood frozen. "As you have clearly realized, Wormtail, we have guests," said Snape lazily. The man crept, hunchbacked, down the last few steps and moved into the room. He had small, watery eyes, a pointed nose, and wore an unpleasant simper. His left hand was caressing his right, which looked as though it was encased in a bright silver glove. "Narcissa!" he said, in a squeaky voice. "And Bellatrix! How charming--" "Wormtail will get us drinks, if you'd like them," said Snape. "And then he will return to his bedroom." Wormtail winced as though Snape had thrown something at him. "I am not your servant!" he squeaked, avoiding Snape's eyes. "Really? I was under the impression that the Dark Lord placed you here to assist me." "To assist, yes--but not to make you drinks and--clean your house!" "I had no idea, Wormtail, that you were craving more dangerous assignments," said Snape silkily. "This can be easily arranged: I shall speak to the Dark Lord--" "I can speak to him if I want to!" "Of course you can," said Snape, sneering. "But in the meantime, bring us drinks. Some of the elf-made wine will do."

Day 22: A Loving Caress Snape set off around the edge of the room, speaking now in a lower voice; the class craned their necks to keep him in view. "The Dark Arts," said Snape, "are many, varied, ever-changing, and eternal. Fighting them is like fighting a many-headed monster, which, each time a neck is severed, sprouts a head even fiercer and cleverer than before. You are fighting that which is unfixed, mutating, indestructible." Harry stared at Snape. It was surely one thing to respect the Dark Arts as a dangerous enemy, another to speak of them, as Snape was doing, with a loving caress in his voice? "Your defenses," said Snape, a little louder, "must therefore be as flexible and inventive as the arts you seek to undo. These pictures" --he indicated a few of them as he swept past-- "give a fair representation of what happens to those who suffer, for instance, the Cruciatus Curse" --he waved a hand toward a witch who was clearly shrieking in agony-- "feel the Dementor's Kiss" --a wizard lying huddled and blank-eyed, slumped against a wall-- "or provoke the aggression of the Inferius" --a bloody mass upon the ground.

Day 23: Better People "What does it matter?" said Malfoy. "Defense Against the Dark Arts--it's all just a joke, isn't it, an act? Like an of us need protecting against the Dark Arts--" "It is an act that is crucial to success, Draco!" said Snape. "Where do you think I would have been all these years, if I had not known how to act? Now listen to me! You are being incautious, wandering around at night, getting yourself caught, and if you are placing your reliance in assistants like Crabbe and Goyle--" "They're not the only ones, I've got other people on my side, better people!" "Then why not confide in me, and I can--" "I know what you're up to! You want to steal my glory!" There was another pause, then Snape said coldly, "You are speaking like a child. I quite understand that your father's capture and imprisonment has upset you, but--"

Day 24: Revulsion and Hatred Etched on His Face "Severus..." The sound frightened Harry beyond anything he had experienced all evening. For the first time, Dumbledore was pleading. Snape said nothing, but walked forward and pushed Malfoy roughly out of the way. The three Death Eaters fell back without a word. Even the werewolf seemed cowed. Snape gazed for a moment at Dumbledore, and there was revulsion and hatred etched in the harsh lines of his face. "Severus...please..." Snape raised his wand and pointed it directly at Dumbledore. "Avada Kedavra!"

Day 25: Don't Call Me Coward Mustering all his powers of concentration, Harry thought, Levi-- "No, Potter!" screamed Snape. There was a loud BANG and Harry was soaring backward, hitting the ground hard again, and this time his wand flew out of his hand. He could hear Hagrid yelling and Fang howling as Snape closed in and looked down on him where he lay, wandless and defenseless as Dumbledore had been. Snape's pale face, illuminated by the flaming cabin, was suffused with hatred just as it had been before he had cursed Dumbledore. "You dare use my own spells against me, Potter? It was I who invented them--I, the Half-Blood Prince! And you'd turn my inventions on me, like your filthy father, woudl you? I don't think so...no!" Harry had dived for his wand; Snape shot a hex at it and it flew feet away into the darkness and out of sight. "Kill me then," panted Harry, who felt no fear at all, but only rage and contempt. "Kill me like you killed him, you coward--" "DON'T--" screamed Snape, and his face was suddenly deranged, inhuman, as though he was in as much pain as the yelping, howling dog stuck in the burning house behind them-- "CALL ME COWARD!"

Day 26: The Guest Voldemort raised Lucius Malfoy's wand, pointed it directly at the slowing revolving figure suspended over the table, and gave it a tiny flick. The figure came to life with a groan and began to struggle against invisible bonds. "Do you recognize our guest, Severus?" asked Voldemort. Snape raised his eyes to the upside-down face. All of the Death Eaters were looking up at the captive now, as thought they had been given permission to show curiosity. As she revolved to face the firelight, the woman said in a cracked and terrified voice, "Severus! Help me!" "Ah, yes," said Snape as the prisoner turned slowly away again.

Day 27: I Regret It "All this long night, when I am on the brink of victory, I have sat here," said Voldemort, his voice barely louder than a whisper, "wondering, wondering why the Elder Wand refuses to be what it ought to be, refuses to perform as legend says it must perform for its rightful owner...and I think I have the answer." Snape did not speak. "Perhaps you already know it? You are a clever man, after all, Severus. You have been a good and faithful servant, and I regret what must happen." "My Lord--" "The Elder Wand cannot serve me properly, Severus, because I am not its true master. The Elder Wand belongs to the wizard who killed its last owner. You killed Albus Dumbledore. While you live, Severus, the Elder Wand cannot be truly mine." "My Lord!" Snape protested, raising his wand. "It cannot be any other way," said Voldemort. "I must master the wand, Severus. Master the wand, and I master Potter at last." And Voldemort swiped the air with the Elder Wand. It did nothing to Snape, who for a split second seemed to think he had been reprieved: But then Voldemort's intention became clear. The snake's cage was rolling through the air, and before Snape could do anything more than yell, it had encased him, head and shoulders, and Voldemort spoke in Parseltongue. "Kill." There was a terrible scream. Harry saw Snape's face losing the little color it had left; it whitened as his black eyes widened, as the snake's fangs pierced his neck, as he failed to push the enchanted cage off himself, as his knees gave way and he fell to the floor. "I regret it," said Voldemort coldly.

Day 28: You Hurt Her! "Tuney!" said Lily, surprise and welcome in her voice, but Snape had jumped to his feet. "Who's spying now?" he shouted. "What d'you want?" Petunia was breathless, alarmed at being caught. Harry could see her struggling for something hurtful to say. "What is that you're wearing, anyway?" she said, pointing at Snape's chest. "Your mum's blouse?" There was a *crack*. A branch over Petunia's head had fallen. Lily screamed: The branch caught Petunia on the shoulder, and she staggered backward and burst into tears. "Tuney!" But Petunia was running away. Lily rounded on Snape. "Did you make it happen?" "No." He looked both defiant and scared. "You did!" She was backing away from him. "You *did*! You hurt her!" "No--no I didn't!" But the lie did not convince Lily: After one last burning look, she ran from the little thicket, off after her sister, and Snape looked miserable and confused....

Day 29: Save Your Breath "I'm sorry." "I'm not interested." "I'm sorry!" "Save your breath." It was nighttime. Lily, who was wearing a dressing gown, stood with her arms folded in front of the portrait of the Fat Lady, at the entrance to Gryffindor Tower. "I only came out because Mary told me you were threatening to sleep here." "I was. I would have done. I never meant to call you Mudblood, it just--" "Slipped out?" There was no pity in Lily's voice. "It's too late. I've made excuses for you for years. None of my friends can understand why I even talk to you. You and your precious little Death Eater friends--you see, you don't even deny it! You don't even deny that's what you're all aiming to be! You can't wait to join You-Know-Who, can you?" He opened his mouth, but closed it without speaking. "I can't pretend anymore. You've chosen your way, I've chosen mine." "No--listen, I didn't mean--" "--to call me Mudblood? But you call everyone of my birth Mudblood, Severus. Why should I any different?" He struggled on the verge of speech, but with a contemptuous look she turned and climbed back through the portrait hole....

Day 30: Anything "If she means so much to you," said Dumbledore, "surely Lord Voldemort will spare her? Could you not ask for the mother, in exchange for the son?" "I have--I have asked him--" "You disgust me," said Dumbledore, and Harry had never heard so much contempt in his voice. Snape seemed to drink a little. "You do not care, then, about the deaths of her husband and child? They can die, as long as you have what you want?" Snape said nothing, but merely looked up at Dumbledore. "Hide them all, then," he croaked. "Keep her--them--safe. Please." "And what will you give me in return, Severus?" "In--in return?" Snape gaped at Dumbledore, and Harry expected him to protest, but after a long moment he said, "Anything."

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